With the current crisis situation we are dealing, each person are coping in different ways. Being alone in our thoughts, we still long for the days when we were still at our prime. We think of the past as a bridge that connects us to the glorious adventures of our vigorous self . A road to a remembered past is a lane we would look back from time to time.
We desperately want to go back to our old normal. The familiar place in the time before everything changed. It takes us back to the carefree days of yesterday. The 90s signifies the beginning of an era for the generations who can relate, full of aspirations and hope. In our minds, the whole world is our playground. Our first taste of independence is something to be celebrated. We can be whoever we want to be. This is the time when we reach a crossroad on deciding which path we want to take.
While some choose to have a family early on in life, some remained single, some called it quits and some separated with their partners. Some focused on their career, took a second and third course, some worked abroad, some stay close to home. It all lead us all to become the person who we always meant to be.
All the events lead to today’s destination. Did we have any regrets? Would’ve we done things differently, if we were to go back in time? Will we make the same mistakes? Will we still choose the same path if we are given the second chance? Or will we take a another chance with a long lost love?
The fickle mindedness of our youth was once an overture to the lessons that are instilled in us.
There is a greater plan…
What a happy accident on how all the great artists of today unite and make uplifting music videos in social media platforms! The songs paint a picture, triggering the unconscious to relive a painful but sweet memory that was once forgotten.
I can still remember giggling nervously while me and my friends were making anonymous DJ request songs and dedicating it to our crushes.
I can still hear the sound of the old dial up internet tone, savoring the chats and text message on my first mobile phone.
Listening to old songs and rewatching old movies will bring us to a time when we first heard and enjoyed them.
I still remember the song in my heart, I feel a tug, the feeling I had when I still think of my forsaken love.
The time stood still, when your crush finally called you by your first name. The first incidental meeting, the letters of romance, and the goodbyes of heartbreak are still vividly imprinted.
I wouldn’t trade a folded hand written love letter over a text message.
What I wouldn’t give to use a payphone and rotary phones again and getting surprised with who the person on the other end is.
I would not trade the remembrance of the shrill laughter my best friends make to a face book memory post.
Not being weirded out by making a picture shrine of your crush, putting him in the pedestal in the hope that one day, all the stars will align and universe will conspire that you are meant to be together.
Not being accused of a being stalker when you plan your day around that special someone , possibly bumping in to each other, imagining him picking up the book that you dropped purposely.
I could not fathom the perfect meeting as you gaze into the depth of his soul, wondering what color your children’s eyes would be like.
What I would not trade for another surprise encounter of you!
When you can talk about all the things under the sun and never get tired of it.
Those were the days when fellow romantics were a sucker for believing in serendipity.
We would fantasize that a story book romance like the Prince’s bride still exists but believe that love stories can be as tragic as Romeo and Juliet’s.
Like a rereading a good book, listening to a record on repeat, in a sacred space I would hold you dear.
Nostalgia is like an old friend who brings us excitement whenever she crosses our mind. Nobody can take away our past, our identity, we owe it to her who we are now.
Dwelling in the past for too long can be a trap that lead us to become powerless with her charm, like being lured into a trance.
Today’s present would be the past in the distant future. The good ole glory days of this decade will soon fade like a thing of the past, we enjoy every moment as they come. We only have one moment to cherish, and the only moment we have is now.
In this strange, uncertain times, can we still be grateful for the unpleasant things that are happening to us? When we see one bad news after another, we question, will it ever end or will our lives be ever back to the way it was pre- covid 19?
It is sad when you are unemployed in this time. You feel worthless. You want to work but you are afraid to go out because of being afraid to contract the virus. There are horror stories of family members getting the virus and dying from it. Most people who got it survive, but there are cases, that they are still getting reinfected. Some experts say that your body can build antibodies from the virus through proper nutrition. Some people are not caring anymore and stating that it is a conspiracy, there is no need for masks and that they need to move on with their lives.
The problems as we view from our perspective is valid, Our opinions may not be popular, but it is not a contest on who is right. The more I say my problems out loud, how I am inconvenienced with this whole ordeal, he more I sound silly and absurd.
Sometimes I feel upset that the car broke down, or that there is poor internet connection, the bathroom and kitchen needs updating, walls need repainting or furnace needs fixing. It only means we have a home, a mode of transportation and source of income. It is a privilege because most people in the world don’t have basic necessities . I should not feel entitled because I have the same rights as anybody else.
Before I complain, I tell myself, if it could get worse, it can get worse, but it can also get better.
I can find creative ways to use my time and be realistic with my goals. I can have days that I disappoint my self because I am expecting to much and downward spiral to a full blown nervous breakdown. I can seek for help. I am not alone in this battle.
I am not comparing myself with others who are thriving, while some are being productive cooking, exercising, planting and being crafty, there are others who are mentally unstable or emotionally bingeing on their feelings.
I have hope that I can go back to work and can take absolute precautions to stay safe. I can lend a helping hand, not be a part of the problem. I can pray, I can share, I can love and not be arrogant or hateful. As we are navigating into turbulent waters, we can give others grace and understand that we are all trying to make sense of everything.
I feel sad that my son has a learning disability, and is already behind with peers of his age. But I can be thankful that he is high functioning and that home schooling and distance learning is doable while dealing with the unknowns. As a parent, I can help satisfy his physical needs by keeping them safe, with nourishment, spiritual and emotional guidance and support.
There are children, who before the pandemic has no access to education, clean water, let alone live in a safe environment. It is tragic that some children are abused or neglected. Some cannot read and never used a computer. Nobody choose to live in dire conditions.
On the other end of the spectrum, there are kids who have everything, Some kids are born rich, smart, creative and imaginative.
Some don’t have any kids or don’t want kids. Some cant have kids because of several reasons that they are unable to have them.
We all have our unique lives to be lived.
I cannot have a blind optimism on what is happening because the reality is the whole world is suffering in different ways and coping the best way they can. There are people are afraid but have to no choice, but to be brave due to hunger and poverty. There are people in countries where there is corruption, war and no quality healthcare.
If we compare our problems, no one really wins. Some people have seem to have bigger problems but they not showing it, or are they so used to it that it don’t seem to bother them anymore.?
Life is a gift and death is still inevitable.There are people who are in pain or is already sick. People who are grieving or have had lost a loved one.
We can choose gratitude over fear. We can be thankful for the small things like waking up even though we woke up hurting or we don’t feel good, most of the time. We still woke up and have a another chance at a new day.
With all the struggles we are going through right now, we don’t know all the answers but we can be certain that we can trust our Heavenly Father to give us the strength to overcome the problems as they come.