I just realised I hadnt blogged all of 2020. Well, what a year it has been!
As we wind the year up and look forward to the year ahead, here is a poem I wrote about 2020.
Limit tending to Quixotism but not too far from Pragmatism.
2020 is no doubt coming to end on a sombre note, but life
probably is about the inevitability of hope.
While we wait to say to Covid-19 our good-byes, and give to
a safer world, our high spirited hi-fi’s,
Quixotism somewhat describes our cautious wait for the “old
normal”.
While we continue to look forward, there is no doubt we
also need to look back in the journal,
For this year has definitely presented many an opportunity
to think and also re-think.
The vaccine may well be for the scientists and experts to
solve,
But changing our mindless and wasteful ways of the “old
normal” could be our collective resolve.
Howsoever hopefully we wait for the world to be safer again
soon so we can welcome and celebrate the new,
We cannot forget that this year has presented many of us
more time to embrace family, friends and new found hobbies to pursue
There have been many misses and losses; A few hits and
happy moments hopefully make up for the gloomy forgettables.
Dreams that came true, and nightmares that turned horribly
true too.
But, all hope is not lost as we prepare to carry forward
those yet-to-turn-true (not so!) few.
Frustrations, disappointments, anger, disgust - they were
undoubtedly all there.
But then, to look forward to a better life, if not
returning to the “old normal”, is only fair.
The New Year brings with it, Hope and Promise. Of a life,
better.
A message of happiness and success in spirit and letter.
As we set sail on yet another journey towards a better
future on the days after tomorrow,
We do have a few more wonderful moments of this year from
which our “Future Nostalgia” will borrow.
The direction of the wind, in or against which, we choose
to set sail,
Cannot weaken the Hope for Hope, for it is the Dream of a
Better tomorrow that we trail.
The sea breeze and its occasional sweet whisper,
Makes those Dreams and Desires a tad bit crisper.
The sea waves rushing away and returning,
Like they were signaling in a way, something.
At the shores, the waters and their oft unobserved persistence,
And so is the virus as of now; Though like to many such
harms, we continue to build resistance;
Thoughts go back to the serenity of the Sea at night.
Probably Reminding one of Destiny's or Nature’s might.
The perils of the sea for which I, a sailor in my own
right, mentally prepare,
The effects of the defects in my life, which I attempt and
endeavor to repair.
The Eternal Optimist in me does not understandably like to
imagine despair.
I feel like the Stoic yet cautious sailor; a skilled and
alert master of sea-fare.
I feel like a Captain of a regiment trained in war-fare.
Setting sail, hopeful of an accomplished home-coming filled
with fan-fare.
Looking forward to coming back to something really nice.
For when the world feels safe and makes us happy, we don’t
think of Paradise.
- Quixotic
Seizonsha
