Crisis Strikes Gold

2020 was supposed to be the year. The much-awaited, the one which promised triumph in all spectrum of life, which were deemed to be grave in a wonderful pre-covid world.

For the first time in human history, the strategy of waiting out the clock is ideal; taking a step backward to pounce back forth ever glorious, someday! What we had in store for us was far from apparent.

This pandemic and the repercussions have been hard on everyone and everything. Rather than frowning upon it as a mishap, it can be looked at as an incredible opportunity to introspect and to retrospect.

To get it all right, to make amendments; tread down a more human path. To put a leg forth in the right direction after a long period of wicked sensations. A perfect time to sew back severed relationships, for people’s shoulders were finally tapped on by solidarity, reminding them what do humans need the most.

The infamous game of ‘what will you want to get stuck with on an island’ was changed to ‘who’d you want to get stuck there with’. The options were quite tweaked; getting rid of the cliches of what movies, books, or films to with whom would they want to get stuck on an island.

A grave moment of epiphany, finally making the dumb fools understand that people’s relationships are what’s worth the most.  For humans are returning to their roots, spending more valuable time with their dear ones, just like how infants do, putting the itch to get busy living on the back seat.

Rather than doing more things that set one’s soul on fire, people have more often than not put themselves on fire amidst frivolous struggles in the past. The pre covid chapters of mankind indeed seem delusional. However, the gist of the moment would be to emerge ever-victorious and glamorous.

Making this inevitable ailment seem more like a good chapter rather than a boon to mankind. In an ideal world, there’d be wrongs, but the contradiction would be regarding how many would yield to make a difference; to amend themselves for the sake of humanity. 

In the final walk of life, it is indeed an awful sight that the ones who were devoted to gathering and plundering wealth walking out empty-handed and rather dejected. For all those little moments that were traded off for far less, were indeed what life was all about.

However, the ones who walked without a dime in hand but rich with memories had a zest like none other. Making their lives seem like a far more admirable affair.

If such thoughts spring to the mundane mind of a commoner, maybe it’s mother earth’s way of making us set off in the right direction or moreover an amusing way of telling us to take it slow. It’d be foolish to wake up to all these calls and not act aptly.

The late realizations and amendments would deem to nothing if we fail to strive to bring about a change much needed; “for events are the greatest teachers of fools”. After all life’s simple; you come in, you do what you got to do, you get out alone but contend.