I miss the old me
It’s Sunday. 517 in the afternoon.
I just had lunch with my parents. We spoke a lot about nothing. Your cousin’s cat fell sick. Your uncle sells watermelons now.
This is our typical family talk. Frivolous. Pointless. Loads of laughter.
I would walk my parents home after lunch and then to my work desk at home. So far, nothing has changed since the past… 20 years?
That is… until I realized that I take forever to start working on this piece you are reading.
I’ve changed.
And I just realized it.
The line I just crossed
Mentally, I am still me.
My ambitions are intact. My drive to achieve them burns fiercely. Die a billionaire. Run multiple businesses. Master market trading. Be wealthy. Owns 10 Philippe Patek timepieces.
That part of me did not age. I thank God for that.
But my stamina at work and in life is starting to show signs of metabolic breakdown. Sundays used to be my half-and-half day. Rest half, work half.
