5
Sep
2013
Bedtime Story that I Mumble to Myself
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Time is a ticking bomb, the enemy of everyone. It's daunting to see how fast age is catching up on my parents. They've always been my motivation to strive better in life so that I'm able to let them enjoy the next halves of their lives. But sometimes, all these pound on my heart like a predator pounding on its prey, leaving me breathless. No, I don't view them as burdens, just responsibilities that I ponder about too much, especially when I know time is catching up. Anxious. Fearful. Knowing that I can't do things for them for as long as I wish to just makes me want to be able to provide for them as soon as possible.
But life requires me to take one step at a time. I don't mind, as long as every step that I take, I've the both of them right by my side. But, who can guarantee the term 'forever'? No one. That explains my fear & distress.
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