Life is really unfair. Sometimes I am really happy when, just for once, things go my way, when I get what I want, and everything is nice. And then, life throws a curveball at me, and I lose my calm, my faith, and my patience. I admit that I am the biggest pessimist there is, I start to think worst of everything. With every down moment in my life, I feel like giving up a lot of times, I stay depressed, I constantly worry, and constantly overthink. I start cursing at my luck, that all of these bad things are happening to me because I am born with a sucky luck, which doesn’t want to favour me ever. Life seems so ugly and worthless to me at times, that I miss something although trivial, yet very vital—it could have been worse, but it isn’t. Everything is still fine and will get better.
One of the most difficult point in my life has been when my little brother was so sick that he ended up being in the ICU for weeks. The doctors couldn’t put a finger on what exactly was wrong with him, and for days the issue couldn’t be diagnosed. My brother was fading by the day, and at one point we all thought that he didn’t have much time left. It was such a challenging time for my family as a whole. We all had completely lost any hopes we had left. Since my parents would stay in hospital beside my brother, sleeping with my grandparents one night I cried to have my brother back with me. I cried so much that at one point I was tired of it, in that moment I realised, if I want things to be better, I need to do something about it. From next day on, I started visiting him with a newfound hope and faith in myself that everything will be okay. I made sure we ate together, tried to do something fun, I tried to get him off the bed which he had been lying for days and made him walk. Soon those wobbly and weak steps changed into running around and jumping. By the grace of god, he was recovering. Within few days he was discharged. It was such a happy moment for us all. We felt a great relief that he is back, he is healthy, and he is with us still.
We celebrated his seventeenth birthday yesterday, he is growing up so fast! It was such a journey when I look back at that time when he was sick. I see him now and I realise that one should never ever lose hope. Life will be really difficult at times, we will feel like giving up and losing hope, but at that moment I hope you stop, breathe and believe that there is still hope. There could’ve been worse things, absolutely worse things, but life doesn’t end there. It can’t. Just because it’s been a long, dark night doesn’t mean that there won’t be sunrise tomorrow.
Never lose hope, keep some in you always no matter how tough life gets, and you’ll see how slowly, things will start to look up.