Silent Stories Of 2020

"The most powerful thing in the world is a story from the year 2020."

Today despite the constant struggles of coronavirus pandemic, possible world war and environmental catastrophe, and the constant stress and issues of xenophobia and stress from school with exams and projects... today we can belong, connect, share and discover new things and each other. We are able to connect grand distances and are able to connect to people with similar experiences not through social media, but through writing and expressing our ideas, thoughts, and opinions amongst ourselves.

Vishkar was an ordinary person in school, at home and towards friends. Some people thought he was a perfect snob, while others saw him as aspiring and someone they can follow and look up to in life. Vishkar had a secret hobby of writing, but he constantly worried about who would be seeing them and what would people say to him. He worried how others may judge his stories and his ideas and from this regular person everyone saw, he could be crafted into an outcast. As Vishkar sat late in the night constantly drawing comics and writing stories while everyone was in lockdown after all the whole country was in lockdown due to pandemic.

He sat down at his chair looking at his laptop monitor closely that his eyes were starting to twitch like him staring at the sun all day. He constantly looked at the website he published his comics and stories at, home to many other creators and writers everyone looks up to. He aspired to also be on the limelight working tirelessly to create his work, but no one showed up. He would waste an hour checking both websites every day to see if anything new came up and if people were seeing and commenting on his work. He studied what others were doing and how others promoted. But despite the many changes he did to make people see, he failed and only got a handful or just a droplet in today's standards.

As a year passed in his career as a writer and artist with very little recognition, he wondered, Is this what my hard work gave me? Has my hard work on my art and stories really paid off? Does anyone see me? He felt invisible in a world constantly on the go and felt invisible in a world, where new and even minor creators and writers like him were ignored and no one recognized or cared about. With such little recognition and such thoughts and with hours of hard work down the drain with the outcome the size of a crumb and input the size of a car, he gave up and decided to return to how people viewed him as normal. He believed ideas can grow and blossom into something new, but a year of experience, he stuck to his answer, buried his stories and art into the soil and moved on with life to the least where talents and creativity were suppressed.

Vishkar wasn't the only one that did this mistake, like others while ambitious and believed that ideas and stories can change the world and that they had great stories for the world, the mistake that was done, was that they gave up. What must have been done was to keep working, keep drawing, keep writing and keep painting as ideas like flowers take time to expand, grow and bloom and slowly over time like the giants today that took years to develop, can bloom and the outcome can be greater than the input in the future. Giving up is a permanent option and solution to a temporary issue.