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Goodbye 2020. Hello 2021!

According to Maslow, people go through a hierarchy of needs. Those whose physiological needs have been met go up to the next level -- safety and security -- and then on to personal needs of belonging and intimacy, moving up to esteem and prestige needs and finally to self-actualisation needs. 

This five tier model of human needs was up-ended in 2020. As the pandemic raged through a bewildered world, it did not matter whether you were rich, poor or middle class. White, black or brown. Covid19 spared none. The only two goals that mattered for every human being on the planet: to address one's physiological needs and to stay safe and secure.

We made it through 2020 - battered by the pandemic and its aftermath. Struggling to find equanimity in a world gone insane. Being forced to cut down on excesses and go back to the basics. Grateful for the things that we had begun to take for granted - home, health, loved ones. Amidst it all, we saw our lives turn upside down, losing  many near and dear ones prematurely. We were pulled out of our comfort zones and forced to re-evaluate our priorities. It's been a rough year and many lessons have been learnt. Hopefully, we will be stepping into a safer, more secure world in 2021. 

As we move forward let's do so with hope and humility, kindness and gratitude. Let's be more mindful of the choices we make -- for ourselves, our elders, our community and our environment. 

Let's turn a page and truly begin a brand new chapter in 2021. Stay happy. Stay blessed.

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  1. Reet Singh1 January 2021 at 09:16

    Well said, dear friend! May 2021 be kind and full of happiness

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