It all began with a tilt at windmills with my bed, only heavens could tell how I sluggishly managed to get up from my bed, but I got up.
The beautiful morning seemed promising as the rays of the sun find its way to gradually fill and brighten my room, my brain processed the next activity I would engage in. Morning devotion!!!! it signaled me, this was a routine and I knew I didn’t need much time to realize. Coming from a religious family like mine meant you have to spend quality time to hear from the Lord through our family morning devotionals, but in a way, I can’t explain, someone said something that got to me or I thought about too much, regardless I felt offended.
Consequently, it became difficult to recall the goals I hoped to achieve that beautiful morning as I got back to bed after the devotional. After almost an hour or two of deep thinking, I then realized that the more I thought about it, the heavier I felt about the matter. On that spot, the words of Jay Shetty came to my mind when he said “the weight of our problems depends on how long we hold to think about them”. He cited the story of a lecturer who held a glass of water in front of over 200 students asking them to guess the weight of the glass of water, “9oz, 11oz, 14oz”, some of the students answered, then the lecturer replied “the weight of this glass of water depends on how long I hold it” he continued “if I hold this glass of water for the next 20 minutes, I’m likely to feel slight pains. If held for hours my hand will likely be paralyzed”. Then he used that event to teach his students that the weight of their problems depends on how long they spent on it. Realizing myself, I decided to put everything behind as fast as I could and search for someone to uplift.
It dawned on me that an old friend of mine was celebrating her birthday, so I decided to surprise her beyond her comprehension. Feeling a bit relieved from the earlier incident, I got a message from my girlfriend, filled with the jealousy she complained about the picture and caption of my friend I posted, almost instantaneously I felt worst. I felt the cobra-effect of trying to feel better, I got infuriated. I tried to explain things to her but the harder I tried, the more she complained. I embarked on another journey of thought as she continued to complain, in conclusion, I think she went too far.
After some time, I got another message that demanded an amount of money I didn’t have. I was forced to think about the economic crisis the pandemic had placed me in, I could feel the weight the earth falling on me as I decided to turn off my data connection, to disconnect myself from this problematic connection. I began sweating profusely when I fell asleep and became comfortable with my unconsciousness.
A call I received brought me back to this world of uncertainty and vicissitude, then I realized I had spent some hours in a pool of sweat. The call to duty awakened me to a sense of responsibility as I walked into the bathroom. No soap would’ve brought the freshness I felt like my Dettol cool, walking out of the bathroom feeling like someone who just left the baptismal font, I resolved to examine carefully all the challenges I faced today.
I came to understand that although the day may seem bad for me life assured me of a better tomorrow, recalling the words of mom(in blessed memory) “as far as Life dey, Hope dey” these reassuring words of Hope have been my approach to even the worst challenge. A better tomorrow is all we hope for, work for, and anticipate. May we never lose that hope because of a single incident or more but may we understand that A Bad Day is not a Bad Life.