There have been moments when I thought I needed to get out, that my routine might slip into the overbearingly mundane and lead me into boredom. This plague situation, that demanded I stay home, stopped my wandering, as it has for so many others on our planet. In this confinement, I’ve lamented how restricted I feel at times, like the proverbial hamster on the treadmill. If only I could return to wandering, I wouldn’t feel so constrained, goes my thinking.

I’m at the point where I can see that the freedom to go where I wanted was simply a kind of illusion. My perception had me believing that the larger breadth of where I moved about was key to my happiness and that being at home was to be loathed. The reality is that my typical exploits were essentially no different than the moments I’m now living through. So, what changed? I stopped driving various and alternating streets I relied on to mix up the routine and was easily able to choose different locations where I’d shop, have coffee, eat breakfast, go to lunch, and share dinner with Caroline.

Now that I look at it, I was using the car to vary my direction and destination to prevent myself from seeing just how routine those actions were. In reality, I was on a quite similar treadmill built on my own delusion. I still have breakfast, coffee, lunch, and dinner, and, with less frequency, I go shopping. Without all the driving to add variety to my routine. In this sense, I was trying to avoid what Blaise Pascal had famously written back in 1654: “All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” Yet, it is me sitting alone that brings me some of my greatest joy when I’m writing.

If I’m honest with myself, I must admit that aside from vacations and weekend getaways, my life was operating on well-worn paths that were just as plied as the smaller boundary our legs limit us to these days. So I must reconcile that my life, in fact, is not restricted at all but profoundly enhanced, aside from the vacation thing, as I now have more quiet time to spend in a room exploring my thoughts.

How else is it better? Caroline and I have been eating healthier for the past five months than during the previous 30 years. We cook at home, and besides bottled pasta sauce on our spaghetti squash, use nearly no processed foods. I even make my own cereal and vanilla extract, while Caroline has taken to baking various types of bread using dark rye, whole wheat, and even rye chops. We are spending an inordinate amount of time together compared to any other moment in our long relationship, and I can honestly proclaim that we are both incredibly happy about this aspect of being at home. Oh, in addition to the diminished ability to travel, our face-to-face social life with others obviously took a big hit, which is certainly a negative.

All-in-all, though, there is a silver lining to us being dragged out of the rat race, and that is we have this opportunity to explore how and why we are doing what we are now doing, and we are asking ourselves if the way we were living before actually had an advantage over our current situation. The longer this goes on, I think others will start to explore these questions on deeper levels and may also come to the conclusion that our time with ourselves and immediate loved ones is a kind of luxury that, in a different age was the norm.

Of course, this is nothing new as the existentialists were addressing these issues for the past 160 years or so, but now the concept is moving further out of the halls of academia and into our living rooms as the average person finds greater time to reconsider the purpose of things. Kierkegaard started the conversation about the futility of existence back in the mid-19th century, which died in 1960 with Sartre, coinciding with our graduation out of the post-World War II enlightenment, where social issues and civil liberties moved to center stage. The decline of education started around that time, initiated by those who wanted to contain dissent by effectively changing the conversation away from asking how and why to one of quiet pacification and finding meaning through consumption instead of exploring knowledge.

For 50 years, we’ve put the evolution of the mind on hold while we chased the dream of the 1% that understood that collecting ten cents each from 5 billion consumers who needed a pair of shoes or a VCR to be happy was better than trying to corral 200 million people who thought they desired equality. Now we are face-to-face with the realization that we’ve neglected a social and civil society which also means a ruling class grew ever more distant from fair governance. Our sense of community was replaced with fierce individualism as greed became our god. In this environment, we are now poles apart and angry with each other.

I have to wonder how many others are in this boat and are uncertain about where their happiness is and if this new existence can deliver the quality of life, they thought they were experiencing before. Then, once this new routine has been normalized and we are accustomed to making the majority of our meals, working from home, having our children learn online, and coming to rely on more online shopping, will we face the way things had been with dread should they threaten a return? Even after adjusting to these life-changing conditions, we still have to reckon with our dysfunctional government and education system that, at least for now, takes a back seat to our survival.

So, I don’t know how life can go back, but then again, there are those who are not adapting at all and are insistent that they will not budge from the routines in which they’ve grown crusty. But just because there is a plurality of a population resistant to change and their angst is being exploited by a media hungry for drama and a government desiring a fixed status quo, this hopefully won’t mean they are able to put the breaks on our next giant leap forward. Regarding my own personal leap forward, I still cannot see a clear path ahead, so I’ll just continue to plod along on this road of discovery as I try to sit quietly in my room while the plague rages on outside.