Time has a wonderful ways of showing us what really matters.
SHARING TWO DIFFERENT ASPECTS OF AS I AM GROWING OLD.
As I am growing older I am able to look my surroundings with different perspectives. It’s like I didn’t knew the reality before but it’s with time I am able to realise better that life is all not about how I look but it’s all about the person I have become. I don’t enjoy the company of materialistic people (actually have never liked materialistic people with hollow life), I don’t want to be around drama, conflict or stress. Instead, all I want is a peaceful life filled with enjoyment, lovely food, true happiness, a cozy place to live and surrounded by people with true affection.
As the time is passing by I don’t care what people think or talk about me on my face or on my back and who judges me the way I live my life. Though for me even before it never mattered what people thought about me. What matters me are the thoughts of my family. It’s only like as I am growing older I am able to understand things with more depth.As I am growing older in fact I have started enjoying my life even more. Because I am enjoying it in my own way. Free like a bird.
As you grow old, it’s not about ageing but how you look the world. Everything seems to be pure which once seemed to look impure. That’s when you actually get mature.
Where parents write a letter to their children
When your parents grown old please understand them and have patience. In case one of us breaks something or spills food on the table because our hands are shivering and eyes getting weak. So please don’t yell at us because older people are very sensitive and yelling makes them feel self-pity. Don’t call us deaf when the hearing power gets weak. Instead repeat politely or write it down for us.
When our knees get weaker, hope you will have patience to hold and pick us up when we fall. If any of the above gives you a second thought remember your childhood when you used to wake us at middle of night. Your mother had sleepless nights because she was worried when you will be back home or whether you had food or not. Taught you how to walk, listened your same stories uncountable number of times and laughed as if we heard it for the first time. We need you in our last days and hold our hands. In our last days all we want is you and your love.
your loving parents.
Isn’t it a high time to give a thought on what we want from ourselves before we lose anything. Would be glad if readers share their precious comments.