BY JONAS DYHR RASK

In definition 005 I wrote about my day job as a medical professional. I’m an M.D. G.P.

But I don’t want to write about my profession again. I did that already, and nothing has really changed. CoVid19 is just another disease, another problem I need to solve, another task I need to complete. It is, as they say, business as usual.

But something else has changed. Something unrelated to my profession, yet so intimately linked to it.

The world around me has changed. CoVid19 prompts for swift actions on a global scale. They are not medical actions, they are social actions, and as such they have social consequences rather than medical.

These lockdown periods are sweeping away the feet on which many people balance their livelihood as photographers and creatives.
It’s not the disease, it’s the means by which the world has chosen to try and stop it.

It’s definitely the right path to tread, but that doesn’t make it less filled with sharp rocks and spiky thorns.

This disease will end up costing more than we as a global society can possibly fathom, but it will also bring us something that a lot of us have possibly forgotten about in our race towards our-end-of-life.

I cannot remember the last time I have felt so intimately linked to my wife and my children. I cannot remember how long it has been since I had such a deep worry in my gut regarding the health of my parents.

I’ve always prided myself as being a family man, but this past month of lockdown have shown me that there’s a layer above this. A layer of absolute intimacy in every moment spent with those that you love. A true appreciation of what I am so fortunate to have, and what can so easily be lost.