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2021 - A year we had unrealistically high hopes from, and why even not? What we went through in 2020 wasn't something conventional. But sadly, 2021 didn't align exactly with our expectations. There was just too much loss to deal with, loss of lives, loss of sanity, loss of hope. 


The first half of the year was incredibly tough on me. And I won't say the second half of it was easy, but since the first half didn't exactly kill me, it did make me stronger. Apart from the loss, there were also a lot of changes to endure this year. And for a person constantly struggling with anxiety, it is hard to welcome change, be it a good or a bad change. It anyway takes me a substantial amount of time to adjust to the situation firsthand. So, it's just impossible to make mellow with anything that happens out of the ordinary. 


In 2021, we were not only carrying the heavy as hell baggage from 2020, but we also had to go back to our pre-covid lives, the lives we were initially so eager to get back to. But again, the bridge between the expectations and reality was too far off to confront. 


The extroverts weren't exactly extroverts anymore; our idea of normal lives didn't look normal anymore; people matured, friendships matured, distance multiplied. Oh Yes! And half the world got married and moved on to their beautiful lives, the lives the other half maybe dreamt of too but are still not ready after looking at the actuality of things.

 
Amidst this chain of change and diversion of expectations, 2021, did in a certain way, help us in recovering from 2020; it did help us mature, maybe by affronting adulting in our face, but it did. And the biggest of all, it sure taught us to be more welcoming of change, the inevitable, unavoidable, inescapable change. 




 

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