It's gonna time ... whole lot of precious time ...

When I read up in the papers about loving couples who live up to 90s & are still madly in love with each other just like it was more than 70 years ago, I just ponder in awe & wonder.

Don’t blame me cause I’m the 20-something guy (ok, almost 30) in a dysfunctional society of today with a lot of … not sure how to say it … erm … fake, noooo (too direct, huh?) … just can’t find a word for it today. What I meant to describe it was …it’s too ‘on surface’ … too thin skinned … not deep enough kind of love, and sometimes, too idealistic.

By 28, I’ve seen many divorces, countless breakups and infinite debates on how love should be; 3 divorces, 1 marriage by accident, 5 infidelities, 3 bankruptcies … people sleep with others, people get 2nd wives .... all acts of taking the easy way out

How do these couples make it? I would like to believe that back then, life was very simple … and people didn’t need that much to live a life … people don’t work so much, people spent more time with family … maybe more time to iron out things & grow together. Perhaps this is not what I see now. Maybe they were simpler, perhaps they were more god fearing than most denizens of today ...

People just don’t talk anymore do they? I know I’m guilty for bring one of them … I don’t really like to talk about what I think inside or what I feel … it just takes too much effort to … reach out?

Spouses work, they get home, they got a lot of housework, they get tired by the time they have some spare moments … and that’s it for the day. So the question is … a ME time … or an US time? Let’s not even bring kids into the equation, shall we?

Some couples know the smart thing … they prioritize US time … from work or to some extreme, have no kids; no kids man more US time. Tough love, maybe. But better that than having kids strain more time out of each other.

Interestingly, happiness has become more material … the bar of safety nets have increased significantly, mainly because the quality of life has gone up over the years. 50 years ago, a decent house in town, with a TV, car & manager job would have been enough to live a wholesome family life. Now, a decent house in town costs a bomb … TV without Astro is NOT TV … and a car? Better be more than the Kancil, a poor man’s wheels. So we all work our ass off … but in the end, are we happy even if we had all that? Most people I know start workin for more … like enough for an overseas holiday each year … and that becomes tricky when the kids start rollin in. But they don't admit it ... and most tell me, 'hey, i'm just being realistic'.

IS it? But in most of my observations ... love just gets lost in the equation ... it's like an infinite mathematical fomula for the money making machine (which doubles as a love killer)

It’s just like a whirlpool, doesn’t it? You just get sucked deeper into the web of life … day by day …

Question is … do you even stop to enjoy & live a life you have? A warhorse workaholic would brush this off as loser babble … a romantic would embrace this deep into his psyche. But a realist like me would like to think that taking time off then and again, is the essence of living a life. Yes, I fight for my dreams, but I should also harvest the fruits of my labour & enjoy them with people in my life.

And perhaps (with a twinkle in my eye), get remembered as man who has given his heart & life to making his family get far, with love, dedication & passion.

It’s gonna patience, a whole lot of precious time.

It’s gonna take patience & time. To do it right.

I’ve got my heart set on it.

Sincerely.