This is like saying, I'm going to leave the barn door open when I go to bed tonight, and if the horse is gone in the morning, then by god, I'm going to close that door again. I'm warning you.
Here's how famine works. If you are meant to be planting crops, and you don't, because you think you don't see any value in the work you are doing today, the day is going to come when you realize how wrong that thinking is. And now, there won't be a harvest; but at the time you realize that, you're not in trouble yet. There will still be berries to pick and herbs to forage for, and animals to hunt. You know, however, that months from now, you're going to starve. It will be slow, and it will be crippling. And it will be too late come spring to plant another crop, because by the time that crop ripens, you and your family will almost certainly be dead.
This is not how pestilence works. If you are hiding out, avoiding the plague, and you start thinking there's no value in all this avoidance you're doing, you might convince yourself it's better to go outside. But if you do that, pestilence is going to hit you like a bus. Just like that, bang. It will hit you, and you may last days, but then you'll be dead. So no matter how much you convince yourself that everything is fine, because you hid out to where you couldn't stand it any more, remember there are buses out there. There are buses everywhere.
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