Lying on my hospital bed last week, I had a number of leisurely night hours to think through a lot going on in my life. A smile for some and a scowl for some others.
I can’t shrug off the feeling that most of these horizontal resolutions could largely be attributed to a speech my father made last Sunday dinner. At dinner, he quietly reminded us all that he was in the evening times of his life and needed us to step into his shoes and take over the family projects underway.
That night memories of my earlier days in life flooded me – the cheekiness and the youthful dreams of what life would turn out to be. I shall save a recount of the vivacious childhood for another blog.
What did I resolve? Faith, Hope and Love. For the dreams and projects that seem larger than life – I will keep the faith that I will see them to the end. For the aspirations that still seem like they are far off; I will work and keep the hope that sooner than later they too will materialise.
Giambattista Vico said, “The nature of peoples is first crude, then severe, then benign, then delicate, finally dissolute.” I am convinced that I am past stage 1 and 2.