A thought

Now, we have spent more than one year in this pandemic. In this strange, difficult time, I might be among the most fortunate ones whose life is not affected seriously - in my country the death toll is not very high, our life is not strictly limited by the laws, my own life is mostly peaceful with no serious physical nor financial problems, I live in a small but nice house with garden, and with mother I can talk with. I can do my job mostly at home so feel safer.
And because my life is peaceful, it seems a bit dull at the same time. I go to the office once a week but never approach the towncentre or shopping area. I do my daily shopping just in a supermarket near my house (10 minutes walk). For the physical exercise I walk around my neighbourhood. Such life has continued for months. And I can’t help but feeling like I’m confined to this small area, the life is just a refrain of dull routine.
This is of course not my own but many people’s situation all over the world. Many are suffering this same “staying in the same small area”. I won’t complain about this, there are countless more unfortunate people and I could be one of them anytime. I just say...recently I often feel weird, the current life doesn’t seem to be real... I often wonder how other people feel like, especially the “fortunate” ones like myself...