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Work helps

Working through these lockdown days is essential. To keep busy doing office, household, or creative work may save us from scary thoughts and pandemic nightmares but it fails to save us from toxic people, mindsets, and culture.
The fact still remains when we engage ourselves deeply in some meaningful work, it becomes easy to pass each day despite toxicity around and within us. Work does seem to be a blessing in disguise for the past two months.
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