All in all a good day except for the rain and the mud on my shoes and pants.
Funny how the best memory I had of the day was actually the setting up and cleaning up of the hall. Odd.
It's a nice feeling when everyone just comes together and get something done.
And damn... was it a big something to do.
Seating, decorations, tables, cutlery, drinks, food, CAKE.
8 STOREYS OF CAKE.
Congrats guys, it was a great day and I got to wear my suit, win win for everyone.
But come Sunday I hit some crazy bout of depression.
Well more like a realisation.
You know how your life is marked by major events?
It seems like I'm hitting that stage of life when everyone has a purpose.
Get married, buy a house, focus on career. Whatever it is, there's something there.
Well it usually seems like at these times when you hit these periods, you stop, take stock and just think about 'stuff'.
That's what I did.
And my inventory was low.
What have I got to my name?
If I were to die today, what would everyone remember me by?
What a waste.
1 comment:
It's not a waste if it helps you to make the rest of your years something worthy of remembering... there's always tomorrow to try to do that!
That was disgustingly optimistic, especially coming from me, but hopefully you get the idea =]
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