Fifth Post

I was buying peanut waffles (after like months) at a bakery when I saw a standee about some Mother's Day promotion for their cakes.

Mother's Day, Mother's Day......

Sure, it's a day we celebrate our mothers being our mothers, but it seems to be a day we take for granted. When it comes, we celebrate it as if it's an ordinary day, and then not think about it after it passes.

It struck me ten seconds later. A tinge of sadness crept up on me.
Mother's Day...... just how many more Mother's Days are we going to have?
Ten? Up to Twenty?
What a really small number...... it's like a countdown.
Mother's Day seemed so much more precious, our mother's presence seemed so much more precious.
How could we have gone through twenty-four years of Mother's Day without respecting our mother enough?
And yet when the number comes down to ten left, we start to feel the reality of eternal separation......

I then imagined myself as a parent with many children, maybe even one that looked like First Post boy... one year old, two years old, three,
four years old, five years old, six,
seven years old, eight years old, nine years old, ten,
eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,
the number never seems to go down. Oh, the passing of each number, the death of each time of age...... they're never coming back again.
It kinda makes you appreciate the people around you that our days are numbered and we will one day have to say goodbye. Oh, if only time could stop or if we could go back time.



갈수록 짙어져간
그리움에 잠겨
시간을 거슬러 갈순 없나요
그 때처럼만 그대 날 안아주면
괜찮을텐데 이젠

As I soak in the thickening missing of you, can't we go back in time?
If you hug me like that time,
now would have been alright.......

Samuel

Labels: 2017, thoughts