I'm not understanding how the title correlates with your post, but I agree with your post nonetheless. After the first month and a half/two months of horrible fear and being destitute, my life has never been better since late April/May. I've always had mental illness, so have had years of practice developing coping skills to deal with the perpetual uncertainty of my own brain and its reactions. So when the pandemic hit and neurotypical people had to deal with uncertainty and actual existential fear for the first time ever, I felt normal for the first time in my life. That has carried on into this "new normal" for whatever reason, I guess because I've been running every day, taught myself to paint, reading books, and working out at home... but still going out to restaurants when I want and going on my usual photography adventures.
So I can see where you're coming from, just from a different lens. My life is definitely richer now than it has been for me since my last year of high school, which incidentally is the last year I was consistently happy
Silver linings.