When I was 5, I wanted to grow up. So many rides, too many height requirements. I was impatient about growing old.
When I was 10, I wanted to be 15 because I had a crush who was 18.
When I turned 18, I felt like an adult, but not yet capable of paying my bills.
When I turned 22, someone broke my heart and I wished I was 18 again.
When I turned 29, I fell in love again, only to have my heart broken again and again and again.
When I reached 35, I worried about the additional pounds gained.
When I reached 40, worried some more about getting old or dying young.
Talked to my father who is 82 years old, who never thought he would reach 80.
He drank too many beers and smoked too much cigars, survived Vietnam war and crashed on a post when he was 53.
He said,”You see, too many familiar names in the obituary. I don’t think I would be happy to live a few more years until I reach a point that you have to wipe me with a tissue.”
“Life is short Anak, let go of the hurt and remember only the love and good times.”
He said his life is filled with regret that he did not meet up with his friends only to find out that they already died.
He always said that if only he could apologize for the wrong things said or wrong things done to his kids when they were young he would do so. He was also busy growing up during that time.
Nobody could have said it better than a man who drank a lot of beers, smoked a lot and crashed on a post.
So enjoy the little things with your kids, because when you grow up, the little things turn out to be the big things.