It's amazing how humans adapt to changes. Admitably, there will be blokes out there who would put that claim to shame but I'm not talking 'bout them. I'm talking 'bout the general populace. We experience sadness, happiness, angst, fear and a whole lot more... and each experience is just a stepping stone to develop our resolve to move on... using the past to guide the future, optimistically speaking.
This thought crossed my mind while I was having my breakfast. Breakfast itself was nothing special, but I was seated directly facing my dad's portrait. I find it pleasant that the mind keeps fresh all the tiny things that hint to us what and how we represent a person in our own understanding. The mind logs information that words cannot depict... and it does it like a video player, haha. You can remember events not as snapshots but as a live playback.
As I was walking down memory lane, an introspective observation dawned to me. It felt somewhat amusing to me that there had been one extra person walking around the house in the years past. Amusing not in a funny way, but ironic if not cynical. When I walked through these memoirs, I couldn't help being fascinated at how non-dependent we've become over such accounts. The impression of existential awareness is there, no doubt. However, the residues of existence are subtle in appearance, if at all there.
I remembered the TV shows we used to watch... the food he used to cook... the playful teases he used to make... the occasional stern warnings over discipline... bad temper over someones' lack of punctuality... his silence when he is showing he listened but waiting to see how I make my own choices. The list is endless. It is nigh impossible to summarize 20 years of memories.
But the fact remains that we moved on. We don't worry about it anymore. The memories are priceless... but the truth is the truth. And life moved on...
Amazing creatures, aren't we all... *smile*
Nevertheless... I miss my dad tremendously... more so today than the days before. No explanation to it *sigh*
Hey man.. hang in there!
ReplyDeletehaha, i admit the post sounded morbid.. but i'm not depressed. Just nostalgic. happens on occasions... I kinda welcome it coz it keeps the memories fresh.
ReplyDeletebut thanks ;)