Wedding dinner tonight
I've got another wedding dinner tonight. Not feeling particularly excited about it since I'll be seeing my colleagues there again, albeit in evening gowns and unrecognisable hair-dos. Which reminds me - I have to choose what to wear. It's either the grey Thomas Smith shirt (which I wear to almost all weddings - now you know why I don't go to most weddings ?) or the grey G2000 shirt (which I wear when I lead worship - that's not the reason why I don't lead worship so often nowadays...). I don't suppose it matters. No one will be able to tell the difference. Besides, I'll be wearing my usual brown pastel tie. (It's not
mine actually. I found it lying around one day.)
I'm entering this phase of life where my friends and gasp! (even my brother) are tying the knot at astonishing speeds. I understand it's to avoid the magic number 35 (at least for the females - Down Syndrome risk increases after this age). I just heard one of my friends (my age) is expecting his third kid... THIRD KID ! Imagine the pressure, sleepless nights, crying babies ! Pardon me, but I'm just not strong enough for this. My kudos to him and those like him !
I imagine those near their golden age where their friends and gasp ! (even family) are dropping like flies ... I guess they are faced with the cruel reality of their own impending mortality. Something we younger creatures conveniently forget - until someone close to us and our age passes on.(yes, yes, I do know some euphemistic words...)
I hope I age gracefully or is it graciously. Whatever. I don't care. I don't want to be a Peter Pan. Rather, I much prefer to be like Mother Theresa (save the osteoporosis and nun suit) - faced with external mortality and her own, she persevered on in her service to humanity and to God. She was called the "Living Saint". I suppose that's definitely better than a dead one ...
How on earth did I get to this morbid subject of death from a happy wedding ?
Oh yes .. the cycle and phases of life.
Hahaha .. I just realised ... WOMB to TOMB.
mine actually. I found it lying around one day.)
I'm entering this phase of life where my friends and gasp! (even my brother) are tying the knot at astonishing speeds. I understand it's to avoid the magic number 35 (at least for the females - Down Syndrome risk increases after this age). I just heard one of my friends (my age) is expecting his third kid... THIRD KID ! Imagine the pressure, sleepless nights, crying babies ! Pardon me, but I'm just not strong enough for this. My kudos to him and those like him !
I imagine those near their golden age where their friends and gasp ! (even family) are dropping like flies ... I guess they are faced with the cruel reality of their own impending mortality. Something we younger creatures conveniently forget - until someone close to us and our age passes on.(yes, yes, I do know some euphemistic words...)
I hope I age gracefully or is it graciously. Whatever. I don't care. I don't want to be a Peter Pan. Rather, I much prefer to be like Mother Theresa (save the osteoporosis and nun suit) - faced with external mortality and her own, she persevered on in her service to humanity and to God. She was called the "Living Saint". I suppose that's definitely better than a dead one ...
How on earth did I get to this morbid subject of death from a happy wedding ?
Oh yes .. the cycle and phases of life.
Hahaha .. I just realised ... WOMB to TOMB.
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