What’s a chapter of your life you’d title “The Hard Years” — and what got you through it?
Our time, it has had its fair share of catastrophe and violence, it still continues to have in the present sadly. The problems, the issues, they never end. One day you are thinking, maybe the worst part of it is over, maybe we will have a world waking up to a new, more kind and calm day and I am a strong believer of that, but it proves to be a faraway dream.
We have all had our meeting with the hard time, some say it is waiting around the corner for the worst time to catch us. I say always be ready, don’t let hard times overturn your world, don’t let its impact run your days dry of happiness. But they are just words, the impact of reality is often more surprising to the part of us that thought we are prepared.
I will honestly say I haven’t been through days as bad as many people out there, people whom I look at and think where did they find the strength to go through it, people who make me appreciate my life more, know its value more, have more clarity about it.
I wish my hardest days were waiting for class 12 board exam results because I wasn’t studious at all back then and I knew I had done pretty bad. But that was not supposed to be as it never is and I guess life was waiting for the coronavirus outbreak.
When something goes bad, you think it will go bad up to a point, you have already thought about the worst, but rarely do we think multiple glaring troubles would surround from all sides, that is exactly what the outbreak brought for me. I won’t get into much detail, there was loss of lives, a lot of rushing like a mad animal for medical facilities, loss of income, living in fear of the phone calls and ambulance sirens.
When it all ended, all I can recall is the silence that felt like it had no end. Lots of voices were out of existence, I had to accept I won’t get to hear them anymore. I had to accept the financial disaster and that life had taken a lot of steps back in a manner. I devoted my time to work, I screamed around a lot, still have anger issues, but things have become a lot better than the nightmare it seemed back then.
It has become easier to recall than I remember, everything except the people gone. Again, I know people have been through a lot worse and I would still say it has been not that difficult for me as many out there, yet those were the hardest days I went through.
Written by Anuran Chatterji
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Very nice.
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