Tuesdays With Morrie - by Mitch Albom.
on the bus home from tuition, i read Tuesdays With Morrie, listened to Snow Patrol, and stood in the center of the TIBS Bendy Bus. my eyes flickered around the moderately-filled bus occasionally, but otherwise, i was my own person.
amazing, i realised. this is the first time in a while, that i've been a good kid. the kind of kid that parents would pride themselves on; the kind that every other parent-to-be wishes their child to be.
i haven't been this kid in a long time. not that i am constantly reminding myself to be delinquent, but it's because i haven't been able to align my actions to the philosophies that guide my life.
Tuesdays With Morrie has had such a tremendous impact on me that it brought to my conscious mind, wise words that a juvenile could not fathom. "never do what your dying form would regret."
i'm thinking about the kid i am right now, and the adult i'll be in a couple of years.
i'm thinking what this kid is doing now that is destroying the adult i have envisioned.
i'm thinking what this kid should change about himself to be that adult.
i'm thinking what this kid is doing now that the adult will regret in a couple of years.
this kid is thinking that he doesn't want to regret.
the kid does not want to be the one to be responsible for his parent's death by starvation. the kid does not want to raise a family that has to be fed with what's begotten from dirty hands. the kid does not want to be unable to heal those sad, crying faces of his children. the kid does not want to die a failure.
the two men stand on-guardand stare each other in the eye.they grip their weapons tightly, and eyethe other's start.the future takes a stab whilst the day reacts. the fight is continuous, thetwo are well-matched - thewin will decide everything that's controlled by fate.it will never cease, this endless fightbetween temptations and will.hanging on a thread of silk - the eternal battle to get the balance right.
! dug deep in the sand