I bet you did see photos,videos or even watched the whole process on tv - the marriage of Prince William and Kate Middleton. She looked elegant, poised, beautiful and very graceful. Prince William looked handsome and charming. You know they both look like very good people. The type of people in which you can see kindness in their eyes. I am very happy for them, and i truly wish them the very best.
Ok, thats all about the royal marriage. Hahaha, how was your weekend? Mine was awesome- after my 2nd paper on saturday i went out for dinner with my parents. They came down for a little weekend. And i spend 2 days with them. I wanted to go home so badly to study for my next paper, but i allowed myself to be myself,
letting myself do what is really important to me- spending time with my loved ones. Something i don't get to do very often.
My life as a uni student is filled to the brink, with studying, test, exams, reading, and assignments. And i was determined that i should choose properly this time, *urgent VS important*. So i spent the night with them, talking to them, laughing and really interacting with them, my parents.As i grow older, i appreciate more of these times, and i give more importance to these times as i age.As usually, when everybody was asleep, i was tossing and turning in bed.
I kept thinking about my future, how am i going to care for my aging parents. Am i going to be one of those who offer money love, or am i going to make the effort to spend time with them.I feel like i am short of time. I am scared, what if i don't do it right, or i forgot, or i over-looked, or i take them for granted.
I remember this memory from my childhood very vividly. The sun was setting, and my dad was teaching me how to ride my bicycle without the 2 extra-stabilizing-wheels that most kids need in order to ride a bike.
And i fell down, and i scratch my knees, and it was bleeding and it hurt. With tears welled up in my eyes, i call out "Paaaaaaaa" . And he came toward me, and said " It's ok, try again next time". Then he walked me home and cleaned my wounds. (recently i shared about my Mom ).
I'm getting older, and i don't know why these things matter so much. A lot to me.
He's head is filled with silver strands, combed to perfection. It used to be black, its silver now.
And you can see liver spots forming on his skin. And he cannot carry heavy objects anymore. It's my turn to carry heavy objects, and make breakfast for them, or maybe help them do a little something in return of what they have done for me, and sometimes i fail, and i feel so awful. And we know that these emotions don't come in our everyday lives.
Time is running out, and we can never beat time, nor we can beat the fact that anything can happen at any time and anywhere. I have had the best childhood, not perfect, but the best i could ask for.
God, please teach me to slow down and love my parents more.
Teach me that as people age, they get slower, and me being a sprinting rat, i have to slow down.
And teach me to love them, everyday, and be patient. ( We all can love someone beautifully for a number of days, at most one week- but it is very difficult to love someone everyday, with our busy schedule, life, studies, work etc.. ) Continue to help me a softer person and help me see things from their perspectives also.
They are the only love, worth the disappointment,worth the arguments, worth my tears, my money, my time and my effort.
Ok, thats all about the royal marriage. Hahaha, how was your weekend? Mine was awesome- after my 2nd paper on saturday i went out for dinner with my parents. They came down for a little weekend. And i spend 2 days with them. I wanted to go home so badly to study for my next paper, but i allowed myself to be myself,
letting myself do what is really important to me- spending time with my loved ones. Something i don't get to do very often.
My life as a uni student is filled to the brink, with studying, test, exams, reading, and assignments. And i was determined that i should choose properly this time, *urgent VS important*. So i spent the night with them, talking to them, laughing and really interacting with them, my parents.As i grow older, i appreciate more of these times, and i give more importance to these times as i age.As usually, when everybody was asleep, i was tossing and turning in bed.
I kept thinking about my future, how am i going to care for my aging parents. Am i going to be one of those who offer money love, or am i going to make the effort to spend time with them.I feel like i am short of time. I am scared, what if i don't do it right, or i forgot, or i over-looked, or i take them for granted.
I remember this memory from my childhood very vividly. The sun was setting, and my dad was teaching me how to ride my bicycle without the 2 extra-stabilizing-wheels that most kids need in order to ride a bike.
And i fell down, and i scratch my knees, and it was bleeding and it hurt. With tears welled up in my eyes, i call out "Paaaaaaaa" . And he came toward me, and said " It's ok, try again next time". Then he walked me home and cleaned my wounds. (recently i shared about my Mom ).
I'm getting older, and i don't know why these things matter so much. A lot to me.
He's head is filled with silver strands, combed to perfection. It used to be black, its silver now.
And you can see liver spots forming on his skin. And he cannot carry heavy objects anymore. It's my turn to carry heavy objects, and make breakfast for them, or maybe help them do a little something in return of what they have done for me, and sometimes i fail, and i feel so awful. And we know that these emotions don't come in our everyday lives.
Time is running out, and we can never beat time, nor we can beat the fact that anything can happen at any time and anywhere. I have had the best childhood, not perfect, but the best i could ask for.
God, please teach me to slow down and love my parents more.
Teach me that as people age, they get slower, and me being a sprinting rat, i have to slow down.
And teach me to love them, everyday, and be patient. ( We all can love someone beautifully for a number of days, at most one week- but it is very difficult to love someone everyday, with our busy schedule, life, studies, work etc.. ) Continue to help me a softer person and help me see things from their perspectives also.
They are the only love, worth the disappointment,worth the arguments, worth my tears, my money, my time and my effort.
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