A Letter to Corona

Dear Virus,

Humans call you COVID-19 but I think I would like to give you a better name. How about, Cavin? I think I like that. You have been so helpful to me that I can’t help but feel like we’re friends. Wouldn’t you agree? That’s how I think these humans do it, friendship. They are there for one another. However, there’s hardly anyone for me. At times, actually most of the time, I feel neglected, ignored, like I don’t exist. There are some who do care about me but it makes me wonder if they really care about uplifting me in their greedy world where I am just a means of survival at the most. They want to clean me up just so they can live a little longer and not because I’m suffering. Is it the greed for life that I see in them? Probably.

You’ve helped me in scaring away these bullies, Cavin. And I can’t thank you enough. I feel healthier, happier. I can breathe again. You’ve gifted me life, not the survival kind but the one I can value, cherish, and feel happy about. I see my other friends getting healthier too. These humans have been so greedy they neglected any other life form. To the point where the life of one of their own ceased to matter. The more advanced brains ceased to be more humane as they progressed towards a hollowness they pictured as life.

Now that you’ve put them behind the bars of their own homes, I think their minds are processing emotions again. Or maybe they’re not. It’s hard to tell. I’m busy relishing the new life you’ve so kindly provided me. The after-effects have sure been detrimental to these humans but they have allowed me to build myself again. I think one’s growth is another’s fall. Or so these humans have made me believe over the years. I wish we could coexist. If only they respected me enough to treat me their equal, worthy of a good life if not better. I have provided them with no expectations in return. Little did I know I’d one day become their slave. I didn’t ask for this. But maybe somewhere I became a cause of it. I didn’t realize they were poisoning me, slowly, a little each day, until one day my survival would be at stake.

You’ve saved me Cavin, but I don’t know for how long. I am not sure how long this is going to last but I hope my life starts to matter to these humans now that their own has been under a huge risk for several months. I hope they realize the agony of a life lived for survival and become kind, even the tiniest bit, towards other life forms. I guess what I have been meaning to say here is thank you for these happy days where the oppression had been lifted from above me and I was able to experience life as I should, rather I could enjoy if given a chance. By the way, humans say it’s my birthday today. So I thought I could spend it talking to you, Cavin. I feel you’ll be gone very soon but I hope your lessons are here to stay.

Thank you my friend for picking me up at my lowest and showing me what life could be if I had the chance to live it as before the greediness of humans began. I hope they understand this too and soon we can coexist and I am no longer just a means of survival but a friend to them. I think I would like that, Cavin. And I’m hoping that day comes sooner.

With Love,

The Environment