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Pristine 2022


As the clock struck midnight we hear the Big Ben chimed from the TV and one can never be even  more mesmerised with this year's spectacular display of light show, drones and fireworks in the Queen's capital city. However, for us -folks staying at home and ushering the new year with another new hope amidst continuing spread of wild Omicron variant of Covid-19- the neighbourhood families individually but unanimously, brought joy to everyone with their very own magnificent fireworks (we don’t do it because it harms the environment- that's another crucial issue but for now, let me stick to it's sight) colouring the sober sky as we share the midnight moment relishing 2021 and welcoming a fair 2022, even though we know, it can be volatile with the current challenges that we face. To me, I like to see the colourful singing displays in the black sky as great light that follows the dark night. It gives many hope, faith and a renewed enthusiasm that things will be better even if 2022 comes with it's very own volatility. I do believe, It will eventually be a wonderful year.

It will be an amazing year for those who choose to make it so. Life is fragile but if we handle it well, we can make wonders despite the tiny talks from petty people who loves to whine about things getting even worse. Things are worse-I am not denying it because I do know how it feels to have only pennies in your pocket to feed your children, and everyday is filled with tumult and turbulent hours that sometimes leaves you with nothing but despair and agony. But I chose not to listen to my troubles-so don't listen to them. You can make 2022 wonderful as you are. If you think the right thoughts, maintain the right habits and make the wise moves, it will be wonderful. 

Take whatever happened over these years and use it as your strength- reinvent yourself if needed and take your  unwither leap. Along the way, appreciate every little things even if it is a prickly thorn, hold your loved ones tight, make yourself grander than ever and grasp your vision. This is your life- not to be judged or compared in anyways to other. Stay focused. When you do feel shaken, which can happen as  life do take unexpected turns when you least expect and leave your expectation crushed, then hold yourself  together and remember, life has a purpose and you are one of them that makes this wonderful world whole. Every scar that makes us is beautiful, it shows us where we have been. It doesn't determine where we are going instead it challenges us to push ourselves further. So, do what gives you joy. Choose to live. This moment is always precious.

Stay safe, healthy, happy, kinder and grateful.

2022 is pristine.






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Wishnu. said…
A very good one 👍 👏
10:42 pm
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