I'm somewhat proud of the fact that I've came up with the brilliant idea of a half-birthday last November because I probably knew that spending his birthday with him was nowhere near likely. I guess that plus the fact that I just can't seem to shake off this feeling of indifference (sian-ness) towards every damned thing, have made my weekend rather blue.
But anyhow, please ignore my lugubriousness. I'm really thankful that you mean so much to me. Sometimes I still find myself grinning at the memories of amusing snippets of conversations and other carefree times spent together during nostalgic bus rides. The thought of you fills me with much happiness, except that it has been unfortunately been tinged with bittersweet taste of being so cruelly faraway. Well, I sincerely hope that your life will be filled with abundant joy, blessings and everything spice & nice. You've given so much of yourself to others - you're a delight in everyone's lives and not just in mine.
So time flies, people say. The hands of time are always relentlessly ticking away - no mercy to the busy, the young, the old, the sick and dying. Some of my friends want to stay young and blissful forever. I think it's lovely, but I would want to grow old & view this world through wiser eyes. But I'm also wondering if old people discover the meaning of life eventually after losing their youth? Maybe some do, some don't and I would think that each will have their own answer to that question. Dixi had asked me why we couldn't press a stop button & pause life at the best moments. I wished we had that option too. Maybe witchcraft can help us. Haha.
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