Written by on 10/04/2021

Easter means different things to different people. To those who celebrate it, it means fellowship. It means remembering the significance of Christ’s death on the cross and celebrating his resurrection. This is not going to be a piece highlighting the historical accuracy of the dates of this holiday, neither is it going to be a generic fact check. It is about time we discussed us. Yes, us. How we “celebrate”.

Two years ago, nobody would have thought that the lives of every single individual on earth would change so drastically, so simultaneously, so dramatically. As time has passed, every holiday has slowly lost its associated excitement. Time off work or school used to mean outings, friends and fun for most of us. Even when we stayed home, we found it fulfilling. Now, what do we do when we are tired of our own beds, our own sofas and our own cooking? What do we do when the mental health adverts are plentiful, yet the actions that help are deficient? We keep surviving and we create our contentment.

However, with nothing open and nowhere to go, it is extremely difficult to celebrate in the conventional ways. For whatever reason, despite the immense change in the circumstance so far, this invincible pressure to have a good time and stay content, remains. The pressure to truly celebrate the holiday the way we believe it is meant to be celebrated, sits comfortably with a glass of juice, at the back of our minds.

If we cannot see and fellowship with our family and friends; if we cannot go out for a meal and laugh together; if we can neither meet inside nor outside; how then are we supposed to celebrate? Recently, here in the UK, Uncle Boris started allowing his kids to come out and play in the parks. Some parents and grandparents have religiously had their ear to the telly and radio, listening to every bit of news and doing to the latter all they can in order to remain good citizens. Others have done absolutely everything that their heart desired to do, from the start of the lockdown till now throwing all caution to wind. They have gone out every day in the guise of exercising and they have met up with all their friends and loved ones claiming to be social distancing. Some may say, it was worth it because they are happy.

Then, there are those of us somewhere in that mix, who do what we want and what we are told at the same time. How? Well, we have learned to make do. We have mastered the art of transforming our inclinations into those which are morally justifiable and legally acceptable; and we learn to be happy doing nothing (we would previously have considered) social in an entire quarter. We have indeed created our contentment.

No matter what we did or did not do this holiday; no matter what family traditions we have had to break; no matter what anomalies have become our customs; we are alive. WE. Are. Alive. We are here and we are surviving it all.
There may have been bad news and dark clouds. Perhaps, sitting at the back of our minds right next to the pressure to celebrate, is the resignation that merrymaking has not been earned. It is easy to be as conflicted internally as external events have been. Nevertheless, whatever we feel, we do so because we are living.

The worst is medically and socially over. The sun is coming out to remind us that there are many holidays we are yet to see and celebrate. If we are thriving now, how much more will we thrive when we have numerous reasons to appreciate the improvement of things and more importantly, our currently maturing perception of those things.

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