Jinane Jouni :Cry Today and Laugh Tomorrow

Cry Today and Laugh Tomorrow H.G.Wells said once, “The crisis of yesterday is the joke of tomorrow.” Life is full of obstacles and complications that give life its sense and significance. Life is plenty of difficulties and problems that imply a lesson to learn at the end. Thus, we should always be aware of the anything able to alert our routine. We all have faced some problems, whether they are huge or not, to a degree we forget or we overcome them. However, their influence is still engraved in our memories just like the hole that a nail engraved in a fresh wall. When I glance over my wall, I see holes disseminated: some of them are prominent and remarkable and the others are invisible and inconspicuous. I twiddle one hole with my fingertips. I can’t sleep off this hole, it is carved in stone as other memories. When meditating it more, my mind starts traveling in the world of past, back to the day when I was in Grade 5. What I remember is that I was already sad that day, because it was raining and the gray clouds were covering the blue sky and blocking the warm sun. Rain drops hit my head and looked like tears falling from the sky, to end by wetting my whole body. Fresh air prowled around my body and thunders enlightened my path. It was dark and the smell of damp earth went into my nose. This rainy day was not my auspicious: it usually makes me feel pessimistic, grouchy and solitary. This wasn’t only the responsible reason for being depressed that day. The ostensible reason turned out to have a low grade in Math. I was feeling shame of myself and from my abilities. I even wouldn’t discuss that grade with myself; I didn’t want to know what my weaknesses were and how to solve them. In addition, I was timidly afraid to share it with my classmates. I was also shy and diffident when I came back home and welcomed by the friendly gate. This was a huge problem for me: I got a low grade in Math! I couldn’t sleep a wink that night! Now recollecting this memory, I just laugh. I’m really surprised how I could be in that sadness and wretchedness. However, is that because I grow up and become more conscious, or just because I’ve been facing more significant problems in my life that makes me more strong and cognizant? I think that days softened this “severe” problems to make it look “ridiculous.” This memory is a joke that makes me mock and taunt of myself. At the end, I think that crisis was so simple and unnecessarily to make a fuss about. Other holes in the wall might not be this ridiculousness, but they become also a witticism to laugh on. Days will pass and problems have two paths: they might be solved someday or they will just fade away. However, what I must keep in mind is that I have to stop worrying and enjoy my life.