Those were the days , when I was care free and innocent. I catch spiders, play marbles, spin the top, fly the kite and have fist fights. I eat anything from fatty pork to pig brain and lizard meat. I have no worries as if I will live forever , doing all the things I love to do. My mum nag and cane me but each time, I go back to that naughty and care free days. I hit the can as if I am playing on the drums and I sing as if I am the Beatles. I climb the jambul and coconut trees like the monkey and build my tent under the bush and I hide under the bed and cover myself with the blanket. I run and jump here and there and get cuts , burns and bruises but i recovered. Never I could sit still and watch things go by without touching and shouting at it.
After 50 years, most of my upper tooth is gone and I cannot eat hard things , my cholesterol is high and my blood pressure is unstable. I need to watch my weight and need to control my sugar level. I have to do Yoga and Tai Chi to maintain my health and after work, I am already tired and need to have an early rest to be fresh for tomorrow. I live in a routine and do not have enough time for myself. I am no longer care free and innocent. Always struggling with my thoughts and longing for more time to myself.
This is the irony. Changing from a care free person to a struggling old man. Living in a more and more difficult life and searching for the proper dharma to be contented and to search for the bliss which come easy to me as a young boy, I was carefree and innocent. It took me a 50 years circle to search for the things I have once.
Those were the days and don't you think that life is a joke.
Namaste
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