Emak.. Ayah.. Ibu..
They have left me.. Allah love them more..
Life is short, as everyone knows. When I was a kid I used to wonder about this. Is life actually short, or are we really complaining about its? Since there didn't seem any way to answer this question, I stopped wondering about it. Then I had kids. That gave me a way to answer the question, and the answer is that life actually is short.
Having kids showed me how to convert a continuous quantity, time, into discrete quantities. You only get 8 years to celebrate Hari Raya to watch your child experience it 8 times. And while it's impossible to say what is a lot or a little of a continuous quantity like time, 8 is not a lot of something. If you had a handful of 8 peanuts, or a shelf of 8 books to choose from, the quantity would definitely seem limited, no matter what your lifespan was.
Ok, so life actually is short.
Having kids showed me how to convert a continuous quantity, time, into discrete quantities. You only get 8 years to celebrate Hari Raya to watch your child experience it 8 times. And while it's impossible to say what is a lot or a little of a continuous quantity like time, 8 is not a lot of something. If you had a handful of 8 peanuts, or a shelf of 8 books to choose from, the quantity would definitely seem limited, no matter what your lifespan was.
Ok, so life actually is short.
Wardah, Wana and Naura, one day you will in my shoes.
Take care my loves.
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