Live Through This…
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An age of pandemic — Requiem for a dream
In the current scheme of things, hope is like a bead tied by the thread to every heartbeat. It radiates a soothing calmness into me, same the blood flows into my veins, bringing the mind to repose. Each bead perfect, each one like a tiny world of its own. I can’t know for sure that today will be better than yesterday for everybody with the spreading pandemic across the world taking so many lives, or if this is time, nature, Mother Earth is calling it her “win”.
Honestly, I am trying to be optimistic, as much as I can. Perhaps, it is the time, you can turn off all the lights and still see my soul shining bright, always burning with joy, love, always ready to start a new blaze. That’s why I feel optimistic, hearing a flock of pigeons, parrots and other birds in my balcony singing with joy, cooing and flapping away tree to tree, rejoicing the newfound silence, clean air and utter stillness around them, which they have missed for generations. Each slow chirping echoes through my mind, reverberating off a realization that this is teaching us to respect what we all took for granted — our resources, our blessings, our privileges, our environment which is now finally laying down to rest.
I sit down to meditate, close my eyes, and feel the positive energy flow, recharging myself, refuelling my energy, enthusiasm, and sparkle. So call it a little bird constantly chirping while on my shoulder, whispering “This can’t be the end!”; my hope will never be doused before my time on earth is done, not until I have lived to my heart’s content, my fullest, I have lived only a few years over two decades.
In a world of pandemic sickness, where blinding greed and cruelty is the cause and love and kindness is the antidote, the patients will soon start to declare themselves doctors and seal the fate of the world!