Every nation and place on earth has their own annual homecoming holiday for us to celebrate. Or to come home to. Be it Eid, Christmas, Thanksgiving, any kind of New Year, we make excuses to celebrate these holidays with our loved ones.
More often than not, it involves coming home, or simply being with family members, either the nuclear or larger ones.
Every year, these holiday seasons become moments to look forward to for those wanting to celebrate, and to anticipate for everyone. We allocate our leave days for those specific dates. We save up so that we can share and spend greatly in preparation for and during the holidays. We book tickets in advance.
We prepare everything in advance.
And yet, there are those who spend the holidays differently.
There are those medical staff, policemen, 24-hour convenience store attendants, delivery clerks, cab drivers, waiters and waitresses, who still work around the clock serving families and people who celebrate the holidays.
There are those whose religions differ, and there are those not opting to have any religions.
There are those who have no house to come home to.
There are those whose freedom is taken away.
There are those enjoying the brief quiet moment of big cities temporarily vacated by its migrant residents.
There are those with broken hearts that leave no place for forgiveness yet.
There are those in solitary solitude.
And for these people, the holiday is also theirs to celebrate.
Each holiday is meant for everyone, regardless any differences. Each one of us takes the holiday’s spirit, and carries it accordingly, as much as we can only take and accept.
For those who bask in the festive atmosphere, this is your holiday.
For those who choose to whisper the celebration in the quietness of the heart, this is your holiday.
And in this holiday season, we may just need to acknowledge the differences to understand each other.
Because only when we realize that we cannot live without each other, we can start to forgive and forget sincerely.