Growing Old

It is seen as an unspoken concensus that the children will move out when they got married. So you will be living with your partner or alone when they left. By then you will have all the time in the world...
to sleep (but you can't sleep more than 6 hours a day);
to clean (but since you clean it every day, there is not enough dirt for the work);
to read (if lucky enough that your eyesight is still there);
to have fun with friends (only friends are leaving for heaven one by one).

Oh... I was intended to write a cheerful note on "Proper Attitude Towards Growing Old", but I end up writing these dark ideas.

The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception fo this annihilation.

For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--- The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield

A Little Bit...

I am a little bit angry, disappointed, sad, lost, unease... as if I am begging for something I am not deserved for.

I just want to have a fun WHOLE night after a damn week of work, instead of a petty two hours...