I brought my mother to the supermarket last week to buy cheese cake and I waited for her in the car. I took the opportunity to blast rock music and sing at the top of my lungs with great panache as if I was the front(wo)man of a rock band and I was so engrossed with my role that I failed to realize my mother knocking the window and asking to be let into the locked car.
Upon which I did some thinking and as we drove home I mentioned to my mother that there are 4 things from my childhood that I still practice till today and that is 1) listening to rock music 2) reading books 3) devouring detective and crime stories 4) loving animals. To which my mother promptly replied, "you forgot being mischievous".
Leaving her observation aside, these 4 things are all that I have left of my childhood. I had many other interests as a child but as an adult I didn't always have the time to continue practicing all my interests. Work takes up a lot of your time, and in due course I had to give up a lot of the things I enjoyed doing, including doing nothing at all.
Somehow I managed to cling on to these 4 things which to me are more than just things I enjoy doing, they are remnants of the person I was, and the person I like to be. They give me great comfort, as they always did. I feel like if I could only continue holding on to them, I would be ok. The day I stop doing these 4 things is the day I am not me.
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