Funny how life has its ways of teaching us things we can never fathom. We make millions of plans, not knowing if we’ll wake up the next day and that’s how we know our parents and grandparents did before us.
2020 was one of the most anticipated years after 2012 and I say that cause I actually thought Mayans were right and that it’s all going to end. But we survived, we thrived and we multiplied. And so I carried on with life, as usual. Where were we again, aah 2020, it was the year that was meant to be magical. The sound of it, the count of it, everything was just obviously very uplifting about this year and hence I decided for it to be My Year. I made plans to travel, to open a business cause who wouldn’t want to deal with a business established in 2020. Well as you can tell by this script, It’s the 5th month of the year, the airline company I had my tickets with is about to go bankrupt and everyone is telling me not to quit my job.
Yes, all this is due to our beloved COVID-19! Wait, but are my problems really problems? I don’t think so, I can’t even imagine being a grandparent not be able to see my family in my last days or a child who can’t take care of their elderly parents. In front of all of this, I feel my worries are smaller than an atom in a molecule.
My experience of the pandemic has been a time to think for others more than ever. As an essential worker in Canada, I feel blessed that I get to go to work and help someone else who definitely needs it more than me. I feel it’s the first time in a long time that people have actually started to care more genuinely for everyone and I think it will leave a snowball effect of kindness for the time to come. Lastly, I love how we are saving some oxygen for our future generations as well.