"Life is happening out there"

it's this duality of feeling that the world doesn't stop for us and we are wrong of saying it just because the humans are inside their houses. but, as well the feeling of a stuck bird watching every sun rises and every moon appears and unable to fly. 
sometimes in this quarentine I feel powerless and small. I feel guilty to feel bad, because there are people with HUGE problems. I feel bad to can't focus and to can't be productive out of class. I feel sad to have a lot to do, and even doing it, it feels nothing to help my parents and all. I don't know, I just feel like a bird, repeating the same routine wishing the sky, but unable to fly. maybe the bird isn't inside a cage, maybe it is just without wings, and even with all help and all effort, he can't fly. 
I don't know if this represents the way I'm looking outside my house or outside of my body.