VACATE THAT COCOON

Sir,

Thank you for allowing me space in your newspaper. Be you. Nothing beats being the best version of yourself, I always say. Saying is never enough, so, I go on an extra mile and do. Nothing beats doing what best describes you. Take for instance me, I always struggled to fit in a new environment- I would even be a stranger to myself. This was solely because I ‘had’ this norm of being the shy newbie whenever I had the chance. Just the year that has recently elapsed (2020), one would swear I was a person trapped in a snail’s body. Months after the first lockdown, my mates were utterly puzzled. Not all those around my circle were impressed though. Truth remains, thousands will hate you for being the true version of yourself, not all of us get the reason why change is so fundamental.

Power

Possibly so, only about 10 per cent of the thousand that is against your change will be filled with ecstasy upon learning the power of change in you. My academic performance improved, let alone my mood. I always had a good vibe whenever with people. Depression changed to everlasting laughter. Mood swings became a contagious smile- almost everyone envied it. Reminiscing, I felt proud and humbled at the same time for being a better changed version of myself. The change in me was and still is so satisfying. You know when not living a life of coveting, diseases become a foe to your body.

Portray

Not necessarily trying to portray diseases as ailments that have ‘owners’ but come to think of it, stress caused by not being able to achieve things that the next person has achieved definitely attracts illnesses like iron fillings to a strong magnet.  Taking you back to my scenario, waking up felt like a curse more than a blessing when I was still trapped in ‘someone’ else’s body. I could not wait for a night sleep again right after making my bed in the wee hours of the morning- what is that? What I’m definitely aware of is that that is not life at all. I mean, life should be filled with positives more than negatives for a fellow to keep pushing forward. Upon escaping that rock and a hard place (what I call a cocoon in this article), ‘Bubbly’ was my second name. Going back to bed felt like a curse this time because that signaled the halt to day’s laughter, which is the body’s medicine.

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