If you are reading this, you, like me, saw the world through a broken lens this year. These past few months, you learned what it is to be scared, alone, strong, and bold. You saw people change, people fall, you searched for reactions in people’s eyes, you protested, you reacted, you spoke to the irrational, you stared blank at walls, you screamed inside your head. 

 

You learnt to see wholesome in a warm bowl of soup. 

 

You learned contentment came from within the four walls of a room. You pushed, you grew, you shrunk and you knew- you knew you are now a part of an era, an occurrence. You were a statistic, you were a lens. You saw the world move in directions that seemed impossible- unfathomable. Your job was to not just record what you saw in those infinite grey cells that stood silently recording the imagery and the words in your head. 

 

Your nightmares were not only when you rested your head on your pillow. 

 

No matter your age, you learned to use your words, voice, and will to comfort those less stronger than you. Your job was to live through life the way you had come to know it- your every breathing moment was a precious gift.

 

You chose to rise above the noise.