I made it my Christmas resolution to be more concerned about our planet Earth. I vowed to contribute to a more eco-friendly world because I saw flashbacks of forests drowning in flames and I saw streets and gutters swarming with litter.
I am only angry when I see garbage scattered on the pavements or cigarette butts recklessly thrown around bus stops and metro stations.
This three-months regeneration has brought back the dolphins and has tranquilized every city’s heartbeat for a while.
Everything was silent. Still. Motionless. I could hear the wind blasting through the branches of the magnolia trees and I could hear cats and dogs roaming the streets carelessly. Their slick shadows danced in the night. The real tamers of streets, I thought.
There was no traffic, no city lights. The streets stopped their hustle and bustle and restaurants stopped the echos of clunky cutlery noises. Cars stopped honking.
Chemical waste stopped pouring down in the rivers because the factories stopped working. The waters could finally run deep and filter the chemicals.
Now, everything goes back to normal. I missed the street artists who created their art on the streets and I missed taking a walk at night and feel the moonlight as I am strolling down the street.
I am glad we stopped drinking coffee or lemonade using plastic straws and plastic cups for the past few months. I just hope gloves and masks will not replace the straws and the cups in the ocean waters.
I hope we learned something from this pandemic. I hope we changed.
I hope we can grow our own gardens and cultivate our own crops, or plant a tree at least once in our lifetime.
I hope we learn to be more compassionate towards everything that lives because we are not alone.