Ever wonder when is the best time in our life? Is it childhood, adulthood or in our twilight years?
I used to think that the best time is probably when we are young and carefree. Something like late teens, early twenties. Now that I have observed my kids growing through the years, I must say that the best time is when they are only two or three years old.
Two years old is when you can run, climb, scream, laugh, tease, mess and very mobile. You can do just about anything and no one can scold or spank you.
Every day is a new experience. Every thing interests you. You have no responsibilities, no worries.
Two years old (or may three) is also when you start showing your adult characteristics.
Even if you do not have such a rosy life, you do not feel it bad. I found a two little girls begging at the Buddhish Temple I visited on Wesak Day. I had not been able to get the picture out of my head. The little baby girl is about my toddler’s age. She was sleeping so soundly on the hot, cemented ground under the shade of a small bush. The sun was shining so bright and hot but she seems so cosy lying there. No cold aircon, mattress or even a pillow.
**I did give the two little girls some money. Their mother was at another corner with two other sons. No matter how badly we think of beggars and the syndicate they may be attached to, still it is not easy to turn away from them.
More about beggars. Hmmm? What is happening to me? In Pulau Tikus, outside Maxim and Kassim Mustafa nasi kandar, there is this very old man in turban. Normally, he would ask for some change as a parking ‘boy’. My husband normally would be very disgruntle and refuse to give him money because his reason is the old man will probably drink himself silly. Whereas, I would grumbled that 50 cents or RM1 is not going buy him any toddy and insisted hubby to give him some loose change. We go to Kassim Mustaffa a lot, something like 2-3 times a week due to my kid’s obssession with their roti tissue. Yesterday night, it was rainy and rather cold and we found the old man, sleeping on the bare five foot way, curled up, without a blanket or any cardboard. Well, my hubby suggested we get him something to cover up. Certainly makes us think hard about our own blessings.
OK, back to topic :
Do you still remember when is the best time of your life? Well, I can’t. I hope they have yet to come.