A BLOG OF MANY QUESTIONS

I have decided to write today. But can I write? If anyone were to write anything now, what should it be? The details of the pandemic? Naah boring! Future expectations? Nope, who has expectations now? Love life, minus! What movies or to watch and why? Ummm…

Poems, perhaps or maybe an entire blog of questions, how’s that?

What is happening around us? Who is helping us in this crisis? The government, no. Our teachers? Not really. Our jobs? Yes, but for how long? The medicines, well maybe! Friends? Yes! Friends reunion episode? Definitely yes! Our families? For some, yes. We, ourselves? Has to be, compulsorily! If we ourselves can’t help us, who on earth will?

What am I doing every day? Wake up-eat-work-sleep-repeat! How is this life? I ask, where is the life that made so many legends, histories, warriors, and philosophers? The tales we heard and the greatness in the world. How will this life yield legends to make history? Only perhaps if the people of the past also lived scarcely and made-up stories that we know today to be legends, to soothe us and to fool us. This day when I wake up-eat-work-sleep-repeat would go down in history; as a remarkable change of events for mankind, the day which saw many failures in the form of Governments and that saw a few successes. Will the future generations truly understand our predicament? Or would it just be a bedtime tale like our mothers used to tell?  I am sure many will write books and stories about these days. Will there be Netflix documentaries as well? Who would be known as the savior? Our hero? Sad how Marvel made us believe that a worldwide crisis can be dealt with so easily!

It would be better if this tale is retold with a little spice and pepper. A super-villain who wants to wipe out the world, a hero who saves the day, and everyone lives happily ever after. Who writes the truth anyways? Be it, Romeo & Juliet, Gone with the Winds, Dicken’s classics, or the tales of the two World wars, they have a pinch of reality and a punch of fiction. But is it really so bad? Listening to tweaked stories of the past? After all the lies pacify us the most. What is my role here? I hoped and prayed to be a part of a significant day, to be part of an event that makes history. Well, now I will make history.

Anyhow, let’s not spiral down this tornado of thoughts and think of something else. What will I do after? Should I go out on a lavish holiday? Or should I stay and work to move ahead in life, be someone substantial? I live and breathe but I must say, the pandemic has made everything still. My job, my life, my love, and also my shopping list. So the first I will do after would be to pray. Praying for all the things I didn’t lose and for those who did.

And in the end, I promise myself to stop asking so many questions from life!

 

JUST GO WITH IT 😇