Mals N. ©2020
My dear fellow traveller in this life and writing journey, I’m sorry to hear about everything happening in your side of the world too. It’s dismal all around I fear 😦 But somewhere, I also believe this upheaval was supposed to happen. Mankind has been so complacent in its so-called progress, something big had to happen to stop us continuing down this path. For a supposed first-world nation, so many Americans don’t have the same rights as others. It breaks my heart. While being under the thumb of the pandemic, maybe this was the time to teach all those who had buried their heads in the sand that Black lives matter, or none do. I don’t know what else it will take for people to learn we are all equal.
Things haven’t been easy; more than my usual share of thoughts and angst have assaulted me these past few months. Am I doing enough? Am I contributing enough to change the world? How educated am I on the struggles of others? And then there is social media which people globally are using to project verbal diarrhea of hatred and perceived injustices, which is hard to ignore when it’s so omnipresent. Everywhere I turn and take a step, it feels like a minefield, waiting to blast me out.
There are days when I’m tempted to behave like an ostrich, keep my eyes closed and believe the world has gone dark. Cooking and writing are my two therapists and I’ve shamelessly used these crutches to stay sane and optimistic. My go-to hope has been that the world has survived worse before and healed. We have a chance, yet. I apologize for being a dismal Jimmy and wish I had something positive to say other than I am grateful for everything I have and hold. These past months have been a lesson on what is essential and what is necessary for one to live comfortably. What does it take to feel content?
Yet, people are also being kind, finding courage and fortitude in these times, going out of their way to help neighbours, the elderly, and their communities. So maybe, there is a lot of hope yet. I just have to rise above myself to see it.
Sorry for the long message!
On a more personal note, how are your loved ones coping? And how is fatherhood treating you?
Post script: You have just read a message sent to me by my beautiful, writer friend. I have published it here because of the insight and the extraordinary thoughts that it contains. Mals N. is a treasure of a friend. Her wisdom, wit and thorough understanding of the human condition are some of the things I find endearing about her. On several occasions, I have been inspired to write on certain topics because of our interactions. Mals N. is deep, even cerebral. Yet, she quickly passes the baton as though you’re better than she is. I have attempted to write about our friendship. After reading the piece again and again, I decided to put it aside for the time being. The world isn’t ready yet for Mals N. I cannot thank you enough for sharing your wisdom with the world, my dear friend .