When I looked at myself in the mirror, I've realized that my wrinkles on the forehead have become more apparent. Yeah, I'm getting old (and stressed but happy). Often than not, we're so self-centered that we only realize how old we've become and simply notice the pain we're going through because of the "I'm getting old syndrome." We fail to see that while we're growing old, special people in our lives are experiencing more fear and helplessness - our parents.
This never occurred to me until I realized just a while ago that it's my father's birthday tomorrow. Most of us are guilty of coming up with 'existentialist questions' as young adults. We are bothered by the choices we make vis-a-vis the life we create. We often find ourselves thinking if we're living the right life and if we're happy about all the decisions we had.
But have we had a single minute thinking about our parents who are way older than us? How do they feel about getting old (literally old)? Have we ever thought of what they actually feel about their lives? Was there ever a point in our existence that we wonder if they're happy with their lives? Are they happy that we are their children? Are they happy of what we have become? Are they happy that anytime soon, we might leave them (physically) as we are to establish our own family?
My dad's turning 58 tomorrow; my mom's turning 59 next month. They are too old to actually work and be bothered about sending their younger kids to college. Are they happy with their life choices? I wish.
Found this Piano Version of John Mayer's Stop this Train:
This never occurred to me until I realized just a while ago that it's my father's birthday tomorrow. Most of us are guilty of coming up with 'existentialist questions' as young adults. We are bothered by the choices we make vis-a-vis the life we create. We often find ourselves thinking if we're living the right life and if we're happy about all the decisions we had.
But have we had a single minute thinking about our parents who are way older than us? How do they feel about getting old (literally old)? Have we ever thought of what they actually feel about their lives? Was there ever a point in our existence that we wonder if they're happy with their lives? Are they happy that we are their children? Are they happy of what we have become? Are they happy that anytime soon, we might leave them (physically) as we are to establish our own family?
My dad's turning 58 tomorrow; my mom's turning 59 next month. They are too old to actually work and be bothered about sending their younger kids to college. Are they happy with their life choices? I wish.
Found this Piano Version of John Mayer's Stop this Train:
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