It’s human nature to hope for a better tommorow. A tommorow you can be proud of. But pride is notorious, notorious for all the bad events that succeed it. My old man would say that pride is a bad omen because of the swift speed at which failure follows. Every happening, whether good or bad, has a season, reason and meaning attached.
During the festive season of the year 2019, we all had no doubt that the incoming year was going to be a better one. Everyone had a plan to make a change or at least some sort of progress in their lives. This is the reason to life. I mean we all hope for better even if we are content with our current situation. Life to many is satisfyingly unsatisfying. We hope it lasts forever even though it ends daily for many and we can only hope that it’s not yet our turn.
Nothing is new. All this had happened before. The only difference is that previously, it happened in manageable proportions. This time is was full-blown. It blew away all aspects of our lives. No matter who you are, it has taken something if not someone from you. Fear grips us, fear of the unknown. Fear of what might happen or fail to happen tomorrow or the day after. All of a sudden, we have forgotten out mortality contract. A contract that keeps us temporary lest we leave behind a permanent mark while we can still breath.
The hard times come and never go away. They come and keep coming. Only that this time, they came to all of us at a go. What a time to stop and listen! What a time to appreciate the little things that we once took for granted. What a time to rethink and evaluate our perspective of life. After all, happiness is constant but it’s achieved differently by different people.
Right now, we all are literary fighting to survive and to at least have a story to tell when all this is over, that is, if we fail to go down with it. Nothing else matters now than peace of mind and wearing a smile inside a masked-face a few times day.
Who ever thought that a time would come when the amount of air we breathe would be controlled? Some can not even breathe on their own. As a matter of fact, oxygen is sold to them. What a turn of events? Life in movies has finally become a reality. Our horrific imaginations and worst nightmares have come to pass.
All we known is uncertainty and stories of a year that was lost even before it was quarterly done. Every plan, every dream, every goal going down the drain as we watch. Those with power have been rendered powerless, fortune tellers have become so unfortunate, experts have no more to expect but debate and wait for time to heal, healers have disappeared in thin ai. What a time!
I hope we would meet again at our usual joint and catch-up, I hope to see you smile and me smiling back at you because that I’ve missed. These masks can’t allow you to see and identify me, let alone get to see me smile. When this is all over, we shall hug in glory, we shall celebrate in victory and most importantly, we shall honour and remember those of us who lost the fight. We shall call our their names and write them in books, books that would last forever. Where possible, we shall erect their sculptures.
Till then, let’s keep fighting and remain vigilant at whichever battle fronts we’ve been assigned.