i have to blog this before i ever forget.
this conversation i had with my dad.
a synopsis. with no epilogue.
for all the life dreams ive ever had.
in relationships. and in family. in wealth.
ive always wanted to be a good son.
brother. husband. father.
and if credit is due anywhere.
i dedicate it all to my parents.
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to all the sons and daughters out there.
who love their parents.
who have never felt the drive or push to say how much u love them.
say it before u lose the chance to.
had a great talk with the man todae.
and thats one of the reasons why im blogging now.
just to remember in the years to come tonights conversation with him.
for all the lessons in life.
for all the words that fell on deaf ears.
not due to stubborness.
but a lack of empathy and understanding.
for ever trial and tribulation shared and not learnt.
it was never intentional.
and it would never be.
that one day. u would say.
"thats my boy"
and that would carry that boy.
til the day he dies.
not just to the man.
but to the woman as well.
in this post goes a great thank you to the both of u.
perhaps all ive ever sought were those 3 words.
each statement bringing forth more esteem.
each praise bringing more security.
an asian upbringing. conservative and alacking in praise.
is a mistake i wont want to make.
and im thankful that. as the years have past.
that the approval becomes apparent.
and the silent strenght and support given.
becomes more obvious. becomes more prominent.
and becomes ever so important.
with each passing year.
with each phase visited and left behind.
the images vivify.
and time waits for no man.
that photos remind me of the youth we all once had.
and now.
and the passing of time still as i type.
that i long for the days before.
not to reminisce for days where i was sheltered.
but for the days where i could have been a better son.
and to express those feelings more explicitly.
that we can talk about finances now.
about work. about play. about the past.
about the future. about friendship.
about parenting. about fitness.
about our shortcomings. and the only messages we want to convey.
is love. within. and without.
that to everyone reading this.
that if u ever felt u needed to say something meaningful.
to the people that brought u into this world.
just do it.
lose the moment and u wont get it again.
for every situation arises a different sense of intensity.
and mines' compelled me to talk about it here.
they serve to guide.
they serve to love.
"that one can give without loving.
but one cannot love without giving."
and they gave.
signing off
pss i wanna be a good husband too ~
this conversation i had with my dad.
a synopsis. with no epilogue.
for all the life dreams ive ever had.
in relationships. and in family. in wealth.
ive always wanted to be a good son.
brother. husband. father.
and if credit is due anywhere.
i dedicate it all to my parents.
--------------------------------------------
to all the sons and daughters out there.
who love their parents.
who have never felt the drive or push to say how much u love them.
say it before u lose the chance to.
had a great talk with the man todae.
and thats one of the reasons why im blogging now.
just to remember in the years to come tonights conversation with him.
for all the lessons in life.
for all the words that fell on deaf ears.
not due to stubborness.
but a lack of empathy and understanding.
for ever trial and tribulation shared and not learnt.
it was never intentional.
and it would never be.
that one day. u would say.
"thats my boy"
and that would carry that boy.
til the day he dies.
not just to the man.
but to the woman as well.
in this post goes a great thank you to the both of u.
perhaps all ive ever sought were those 3 words.
each statement bringing forth more esteem.
each praise bringing more security.
an asian upbringing. conservative and alacking in praise.
is a mistake i wont want to make.
and im thankful that. as the years have past.
that the approval becomes apparent.
and the silent strenght and support given.
becomes more obvious. becomes more prominent.
and becomes ever so important.
with each passing year.
with each phase visited and left behind.
the images vivify.
and time waits for no man.
that photos remind me of the youth we all once had.
and now.
and the passing of time still as i type.
that i long for the days before.
not to reminisce for days where i was sheltered.
but for the days where i could have been a better son.
and to express those feelings more explicitly.
that we can talk about finances now.
about work. about play. about the past.
about the future. about friendship.
about parenting. about fitness.
about our shortcomings. and the only messages we want to convey.
is love. within. and without.
that to everyone reading this.
that if u ever felt u needed to say something meaningful.
to the people that brought u into this world.
just do it.
lose the moment and u wont get it again.
for every situation arises a different sense of intensity.
and mines' compelled me to talk about it here.
they serve to guide.
they serve to love.
"that one can give without loving.
but one cannot love without giving."
and they gave.
signing off
pss i wanna be a good husband too ~
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