Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue:
seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!
Rumi (2014). 'Another city,' a selection of poems from the Persian", p.91, Lulu.com. (Rumi: September 30, 1207-December 17, 1273/Mathnawi VI, 4302-4304)
Those attempting to master our fate are attempting purposely to destroy the inherent passions of life. The most precious things about mankind are under attack by the purveyors of this coronavirus fraud, and the cold hand of indifference already has a firm grip on the sleeping population. Passion comes in many forms, from love, family and friends, anger, hatred, grief, joy, and nature. Passion is all consuming when one has the capacity and capability to be free to embrace and experience all the many aspects of a free existence. When all thought is concentrated due to fear, stress, tyranny, and confusion, the mind and body lose touch with one another, creating internal chaos. This state of being brings only emptiness and pain, and stifles one's ability to grasp the beauty of life, thus passion is lost.