Back on blogging after a three-year hiatus. Time seems to silently slip through my fingers when I was caught up with the juggling act of teaching and travelling the North-South Highway on weekly basis.
What brought me back here was the realisation that my writing skills aren't as sharp as they used to be. Too much academic writing has dulled the instinct to use the right words to describe things and feelings as they are. Probably due to the lack of reading. Probably due to dealing with watered down English day in day out.
I have left out the real reason I am back here. It is mainly because the thoughts that came flooding in when I penned my mother's will. As I hammered the words on my keyboard, I was overwhelmed by the realisation that I am old enough to write her will. I am old enough to understand death and the weight that it brings. I am old enough to be trusted with that burden. I am old enough to understand the pain of losing loved ones.
Oftentimes, we let time slip by without expressing our love and gratitude to our loved ones enough. Unmade phone calls, unreplied messages, forgotten hellos, delayed apologies; all those and more, all pushed to the bottom of our to-do list. We always think that there is tomorrow. But what if there is no tomorrow? Can we live with that guilty conscience that we consciously let things we are supposed to do slip by?
Don't postpone to tomorrow things that you can do today.
