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"An open letter to 2020"

The year that started with hopes, dreams, aspirations.
The year that was just another year to embark on new adventures.
To start it all over again.
To work on resolutions.
To break those resolutions.
It was the year to begin a journey towards life.
A journey with new paths and better destinations. 
However, as the year approaches, the world came across an obstacle.
Some called it 'just a flu' others referred to it as another epidemic.
The year was shaken by the horrific reality of the world where thousands of people were dying on daily basis.
People lost their loved ones.
The year that started with embracing each other ended up practicing social distance.
People were terrified.
Hospitals were occupied.
Graveyards were overwhelmed.
The year turned out to be gruesome.
Everybody was locked up inside their homes.
Streets were deserted.
Shops were closed.
Businesses were affected.
People lost their jobs
The year was all about uncertainty, 
Unpredictability and 
Unreliability.
People discovered new ways of living. 
"The new normal" 
There were precautions. 
The world was changed. 
Not a very favorable transition though. 
Change is not always pleasant but it is constant. 
The year when everything changed... 
The year that taught us so many lessons about life, people and togetherness. 
The year that taught us to survive. 
We survived. 
It was hard. 
It was unbelievable. 
Yet, we did it. 
We survived the year 2020. 
The year that started with hopes ended up with a firm belief... 
A belief that no matter how difficult it is, we shall overcome. 
We shall overcome! 
2020, you haven't been desirable but sometimes it is the most undesirable events which leave an everlasting impact. And you were that year.  
2020, a year to remember.  
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