By There are countless expectations. I thought a dear would come to my aid, but they never did. On the day of my cesarean section, I had anticipated having my close relative by my side, but I was left to do everything by myself at the hospital with the newborn. On a busy night, I assumed my work partner would turn to work, but she abandoned me. It was only me and a mountain of work to be done. I was shocked to learn that my friend had spilt it out, which became a major issue, even though I had intended for her to keep my venting sessions private. I assumed my well-wisher would be loyal to me, but they betrayed me. Everyone is occupied with their affairs.
With similar experiences, I distanced myself and stopped believing in others. I’ve grown solitary and closed off. I get guarded whenever I’m among other people. I don’t talk to people much because I don’t want to experience pain again.
It was a cloudy day. I was watching through my window. A young boy was tampering with a snail all the time. Every time the snail emerged from its shell, he continued to touch it. The snail promptly retreated within its shell, only to reappear later. Imagine the snail choosing to spend its entire life inside its shell because it feels safe there. Was it going to survive? To move on, it must eventually come to light. And that is the way life urges us not to lose hope and to show up just like a snail.