This is the day...

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." ~Edgar Allan Poe

As I look back at the last forty years, I never realized that life and I have evolved into something that I never planned nor expected. I can no longer remember where and when all those changes occurred. Time flies, and so is life unattended and uncultured.

I can still remember though when I was still attending grade school, was the eldest from a brood of five and my siblings were still too young to attend school, how I would at least bade goodbye three times to my mom before I head for school. Everyday she would prepare my snack pack and remind me to carefully build my future with my studies. Nodded yes, all the time but I never really comprehended what she meant by that until later in my career.

Forty years quickly passed me, and to any man’s measure, I may not be considered a ‘success’ yet. But to mom and dad, especially, I am already, in spite of the many wrong turns I made in those years. They never stopped believing on who I am and the best that I am going to be. They never let me feel inferior or unimportant, regardless how hard I fall or how harsh the consequences of my wrong decisions have caused me. They have always impressed on me that no matter how or what I become; I am still a very special child of theirs. How I wish, I could leave the same legacy to my son.

Does life begins at forty? A blogger friend replied to me by saying: Restrictively, NO! Life begins where and when we want it, or at any point in our life, when we begun really living.

I’d like to take that.

At an average asian’s life expectancy, I still have another 30 years to live, that is, if I start counting today.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly. ~Langston Hughes