but in every other way, I am fine…
More and more it seems that I’m fighting the tide of time, instead of accepting it and having faith that the things that are happening around me are happening for a reason.
Time changes things, and I dislike being so affected by change. I notice it with the world around me, and the people closest to me. I can see people and things getting older, and can see them beginning to deteriorate. As I get older, the tide seems to get stronger and the changes are larger.
When I remember events that happened ten years ago it feels as though they only happened months ago. It’s only when I start to count the years that I realise how long ago the events actually were. Those memories bring back other memories, all leading up to now. What a journey it’s been.
Last night I had my parents over for dinner for the first time since we moved into my house over a year ago. It felt right, but it also felt strange. My parents were my guests. No longer was I the son helping them prepare for a dinner party, or the son visiting, but I was the one preparing, cooking, serving, and entertaining my parents.
It was a good night. My cooking wasn’t the best it’s been, but my parents ate it without complaint. I think they were a little surprised that their son managed to cook something that was not that bad.
Sometimes I long to be that young boy again, without a care in the world, being asked to help out when I don’t really want to. Have my mum mother me, and my dad get on my case for not being my best.
Who would’ve thought the trade off for so much freedom would be a whole heap of responsibility.
I think one of the main keys to happiness is the acceptance of change. We need to let the tide of time wash over us, and let it take us where it wants to.
drifting in and out of sanity
but in every other way, I am fine…
More and more it seems that I’m fighting the tide of time, instead of accepting it and having faith that the things that are happening around me are happening for a reason.
Time changes things, and I dislike being so affected by change. I notice it with the world around me, and the people closest to me. I can see people and things getting older, and can see them beginning to deteriorate. As I get older, the tide seems to get stronger and the changes are larger.
When I remember events that happened ten years ago it feels as though they only happened months ago. It’s only when I start to count the years that I realise how long ago the events actually were. Those memories bring back other memories, all leading up to now. What a journey it’s been.
Last night I had my parents over for dinner for the first time since we moved into my house over a year ago. It felt right, but it also felt strange. My parents were my guests. No longer was I the son helping them prepare for a dinner party, or the son visiting, but I was the one preparing, cooking, serving, and entertaining my parents.
It was a good night. My cooking wasn’t the best it’s been, but my parents ate it without complaint. I think they were a little surprised that their son managed to cook something that was not that bad.
Sometimes I long to be that young boy again, without a care in the world, being asked to help out when I don’t really want to. Have my mum mother me, and my dad get on my case for not being my best.
Who would’ve thought the trade off for so much freedom would be a whole heap of responsibility.
I think one of the main keys to happiness is the acceptance of change. We need to let the tide of time wash over us, and let it take us where it wants to.