I look back at 2020 when I am 39 years old and I wonder , am I allowed to think about the days that were fortunate? It was the year I freed myself from the boredom of my home. It was the first step to giving myself the freedom I need to be who I am. I lucked out and got into the college of my dreams after only applying to two schools, and applying to SAIC three minutes after the scholarship deadline, even after it was extended to January 31st. The pandemic came in when I was at the edge of falling into rock bottom. I graduated high school because I was fortunate enough to benefit from mass misfortune . I did not complete a single assignment but was excused because of “hard times,” time which I spent playing video games with my friends. I had accepted the debt I would eventually have from college, then luck knocked at the door and gave me a scholarship that covered practically everything. Everyone was struggling to move to the virtual world, while I disassociated from the real world through the virtual one. Employment rates plummeted, but I got a job that I enjoy. Classmates left their loved ones and pets behind, but I live with my cat and get to go home whenever I please. Should I feel guilty for being fortunate in 2020? I feel guilty for profitting off of the same events that left people to have the worst year of their life.