I'm feeling impatient theses days and I get irritated by little things I normally don't in the past. I'm tired of living the busy life - one weekend go to an event in this town, another weekend go to an event in that town, and the cycle repeats. On the weekend, my children don't even ask where i'm heading anymore nor waits for me. They know the routine well. Why do I do this? To fulfill his dreams and they coming true one by one. He's made a name for himself - everywhere we go, people know him.
That's the thing about life in this country - if you invest your energy in accumulating wealth - you'd get that. If you invest your time in being a bum - you'll get that. What ever you wish, put your heart and soul into - you'd get that. But to fulfill his dream, lots of sacrifice were made.
Also, this journey includes lots of drinking. I see the endless clicking of alcohol toasting where many times he'd passed out from excessive consumption. He's not alone. It's like alcohol and drinking is the "new" normal. It's not and has never been. Once we become too comfortable, we lose ourselves, forget right from wrong. We turn wrong thing into right and right thing into wrong thing, something like that. Maybe i'm the abnormal ones....
I savor the quiet moments - those moments in front of the TV, working around the house, surrounded by family and children, doing things together, doing nothing, being alone, walking my dog, etc.. These moments are rare and few these days.