It’s been two years down the line; battling a pandemic so vile it upset the entire human race, and forced its strange way of life onto us.
On the first year (2020), we held on to a little hope in the midst of rampage. Some made gains. On the second year (2021), hope grew stronger.
We wanted to believe it would all come to an end, and life would return to its normal course.
We had to rise up, build back, and attempt to take back our rightfully deserved ways of living.
Now, we might not be in the clear yet, but the hardy year is at its prime. Behold, here’s the season already with us.
It’s Christmas, again!
It’s been strange
Well, first off, phew! This was so due; the breather we all yearned for. So let’s take the minute and breathe.
Second, its Oll Korrect (Okay) if the season doesn’t feel jolly anymore.
For what it’s worth, 2021 has been awfully strange – unbelievably speedy, yet so packed with activity.
Minutes flicked through time as fast as seconds. Hours ceased to drag. Days fradulently cut short the normal 24 hours, and we never seemed to have enough time.
A dash through time
Even before January felt like the first month, February was passing the baton to March.
Tick-tock, tick-tock and voila. Here we are – it’s December, or wait, it’s January waiting to happen!
How we got here so fast; it would be Kenyan to assume someone rigged the clock.
It’s been a dash through time.
Ain’t adulting this time
The season this year has come with a cheerless mood. Can we blame it on adulting, just like we’ve done before?
Growing older sure takes the fun off a few things in life, but we cannot entirely blame adulting for the bore this time round.
What we’re feeling right now is a domino effect set off two years ago, the moment COVID struck, and the world drew back a distance from its well pronounced freedoms.
Restrictions rained down, with every bit biting off a little chunk of our humanity.
Even after restrictions were loosened, residual effects still haunted humanity.
Recovery and catch up
A brand-new year 2021 carried the promise of recovery from COVID’s plunder. It was time to gear up for catch up.
The pandemic was the greatest plunder on world economy ever, and so it wasn’t just going to be usual business.
We burnt up lots of muscle, used up mental strength, spent a lot of our agility; just to make up for what we lost.
The result? A people burnt out by their own pursuits.
Forced festivity
Now, year long fatigue has eaten away all the festivity that comes with the season. It’s no longer the raw, effortless feeling that used to creep in at the onset of December.
We have to compel ourselves to get in the mood, which may not always work. Some things are better left spontaneous.
So what’s left of the season?
Well, the cheer may elude us whenever it pleases, but the essence of the season remains one and unfizzled.
We need to be reminded of this essence, because even with all the traditions that define the season, it’s very easy to lose its meaning and purpose.
Hope made alive
The very essence of Christmas is the birth of Jesus Christ, who is the embodiment of hope, peace and joy.
Hope is now made alive, always ablaze, never to fade away even in adversity.
We can find a reason to rejoice in this hope.
Breathe and hope
The clocks are almost resetting.
When they do, don’t forget to stop for a breath as much as you need to, and always remember that hope is forever alive.
Here’s to hoping that the next season finds us jollier and hopeful.
There is always hope ✨. Great article