Sunday, August 11, 2013

older not wiser

remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? 
when protection meant wearing a helmet? 
when the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? 
dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? 
your worst enemies were your siblings. race issues were about who ran the fastest. 
war was only a card game.
 and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. 
the most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees. 
and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
and we couldn't wait to grow up.

i remember reading this some time back and recently came across it again..i guess some truths will not change over time unlike our minds and feelings.

breaking resolves

how often do you make a resolve? a resolve to be more active, eat healthier, be more organized, to stop procrastinating and a whole bunch of mental notes that we make in hopes that it will alter our lives.

I'm pretty big when it comes to resolves, there was the vegetarian phase, the morning jog phase, the sticky note phase, the keep an active blog phase =p but i don't think i have stuck with one all the way except for now the getting to work on time no matter what.

people like my parents, would raise an eyebrow to such a resolve. for them its a no brainer 'one has to be early for work' unfortunately i'm part of a spoilt generation, thus a resolve is necessary.

breaking resolves are not hard either but living with a broken resolve sucks, the guilt swallows one up slowly but surely like one bite into cake that expands the waistline and u keep telling urself one more bite wont hurt but when ur done. you know the imminent ' a moment on the lips, forever on the hips'

 i think i have broken quite a number of resolves that will be robbing me a goodnight's sleep..sighh!