IT'S MY LIFE, I AIN'T GONNA LIVE FOREVER......
"My grandma and your grandma
Were sittin' by the fire
My grandma told your grandma
I''m gonna set your flag on fire"
One of the things I regret is the ephemerality of my life.
Barring the wonders of a very likely futuristic hybrid "memory chip" transplant/cryogenics (or a similar technology within the next, say, 30 years) technology, I will also have to sadly bid a final sayonara to humankind that I knew it to be. At 57, I've seen quite a bit but I'd like to see more. Don't we all wish that we had more time on this earth - if only to hug your great grandchildren once more? To tell them some more "grandmother" stories. Or to travel the journey that was last on your bucket list?
Or just to kiss your wife/lover one final kiss?
If you're a God fearing but unsaved Hindu or an unenlightened Buddhist, you may have another 1900+ lifetimes to enjoy (or endure) but, as a semi agnostic but universally receptive person, I'm not too sure of this reincarnation possibility. I've read enough to say that science is not always correct. So I will leave it to you to form your own opinion(s) on the finality of "life".
Now however, within our own abilities and present technological facilities, we are presented with this possible conundrum of "life" - see below:
When I was a young boy, I noticed that every Friday at about 2pm, my grandfather would leave the house, walk away somewhere, and come back after 4 hours. This happened regularly like clockwork for several years.
My curiosity was aroused so much so that I asked my daddy, "Papa, where does Grandpa go every Friday afternoon?"
To which my father replied, "He goes to the Mentakab central bus stop. He spends time with his friends drinking coffee and chit chatting."
This type of routine is very common among the elderly. A group of old friends would meet in some kopitiam/cafe, have coffee, and reminisce about the good old days. They would make sure they don't miss any session. Afterall, it is only to these guys they are able to say, "Do you remember...? There's nobody else alive to remember their life.
So please now document your life pictorially and when possible, with little notes, essays etc. One day, your (grand)son/daughter will be able to appreciate your life. Right now we are fortunate that we have tools like FB and Google album to do this. I always post my life stories although many of my friends and family will laugh and say "this Ram is a crazy fellow, he will post "everything" on FB for public consumption".
I always laugh back - It's ok. In about 50 year's time, my kids (all 3 of them) will find these pics /stories in the "cloud" (or whatever medium then) and say...."Ah, that's my (grand)Daddy....and we know how he lived, loved and died".
And you know how we (then looking down from heaven) will realize this ? When maybe, their friend in 2057 will also say, "hey, I also see my (grand)father there with your's!"
It's said, we survive by our children and grandchildren. So why not help them a little in their journey of discovery? I'd like to think my (grand)children will say, "daddy was a far sighted man. He kept great records".
Maybe, I'm not the only sentimental fool. How about you?
