Choose lockdown.
Choose redundancy.
Choose furlough.
Choose house arrest with your family.
Choose debt, higher taxes and inflation.
Choose watching your friends eat on Zoom and pretending you are socialising.
Choose growing a beard, living in flip flops and wondering what day of the week it is on a Monday morning.
Choose a criminal record for visiting your parents; a fine for sitting on a park bench; being spied on by your neighbours; catching pneumonia from sitting outside a pub in winter and still not understanding the rules. Because the rules always change, but never end and eventually you give up caring and just comply.
Choose giving up a year of your life to protect the NHS and clapping to thank them for the sacrifices you are making.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, nothing more than an object of hate to the feral brats created by home-schooling.
I chose not to choose Lockdown. I chose something else.
And the reason? Who needs reasons when you can have freedom.
Tacitus 