Looking Back

Met up with a familiar face from school days when my former teacher, an old friend, called me up.  It's been a while since we met and we sat for half an hour catching up with a common past - our "hometown" so to speak.

Although half a generation separates us, our parents shared the same roots so we spent that short time reminiscing what our childhoods were like.

And so it seems, that despite being the younger one, I had the opportunity to do some of the things that she wanted to do (and never had the chance), I had a richer experience as a youth.

Sometimes we lament too much at what we do not have.  If we would just pause for a moment, we might realise how much of other things we have that others covet.




Sunset at the Old Homestead
(as I would call my grandparents' home).