So do I dare apologize? The thing is I had a hard week, I know that's hardly an excuse to be going back on my word but I feel a halfhearted attempt at a conversation is worse than a no show. So, apologies but no promises, not until the end of May, for the exams are around the corner and so are a few deadline at work. So my appearances might not find a regular pattern, though I do hope that when I do show up around here, I come up with something meaningful.
So for today's story, I was in class the other day, we're discussing "Death of a Salesman" these days and its indeed a tragedy. The life of an ordinary man often is. While discussing the play a memory took over, a memory that had not been remembered for a long time.
Back in school days, (I used to be in the afternoon shift, I wonder if that's where I get my "lazy brain" attitude?) and in the evening, sitting in my van I used to se an old uncle drive by in a cherry red RX8. He had white hair and a beard, always had a polo shirt and Rays on. The kids all around me used to giggle and point, point at the really old man driving the RX8. Me? I used to wonder how long and hard that old man would have had to work to own that car. So I was happy for him, genuinely happy that he had the pleasure of enjoying that cherry red RX8 that probably had worked years for.
The point I'm trying to make is that many of us spend our lives striving for goals that we later realize we are too old for. So this post is a shout out, to all the people out there that dared to achieve those goals and enjoy them, for they deserve it.
And to all my younger pals, stop the giggling and pointing, they didn't have it easy like we do, they worked hard for what they have.
That's it for today, I had other things to share but the mood has taken a sudden dip vuz of unforseen circumstances so gotta go.
Ta!
So for today's story, I was in class the other day, we're discussing "Death of a Salesman" these days and its indeed a tragedy. The life of an ordinary man often is. While discussing the play a memory took over, a memory that had not been remembered for a long time.
Back in school days, (I used to be in the afternoon shift, I wonder if that's where I get my "lazy brain" attitude?) and in the evening, sitting in my van I used to se an old uncle drive by in a cherry red RX8. He had white hair and a beard, always had a polo shirt and Rays on. The kids all around me used to giggle and point, point at the really old man driving the RX8. Me? I used to wonder how long and hard that old man would have had to work to own that car. So I was happy for him, genuinely happy that he had the pleasure of enjoying that cherry red RX8 that probably had worked years for.
The point I'm trying to make is that many of us spend our lives striving for goals that we later realize we are too old for. So this post is a shout out, to all the people out there that dared to achieve those goals and enjoy them, for they deserve it.
And to all my younger pals, stop the giggling and pointing, they didn't have it easy like we do, they worked hard for what they have.
That's it for today, I had other things to share but the mood has taken a sudden dip vuz of unforseen circumstances so gotta go.
Ta!
Aaala.
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