I asked myself: “How old will I be if I don’t know my age?”
“At age 20, we worry about what others think of us. At age 40, we don’t care what they think of us. At age 60, we discover they haven’t been thinking of us at all.” – Ann Landers (1918-2002)
And so I am moving away from the egocentric concerns of youth to the more realistic perceptions of midlife and older adult that I am now, and I realize that I am no longer the center of my children’s universe. As a result of this realization I feel free to do what I want and not constrained by what I construe to be the opinions of others (who themselves are thinking only about themselves). Thus, in respect to growing older, my wisdom is expressed by focusing on what is truly important to me at least.
P.S. I was at Buffalo Road hours before the riot happened.
The rain had saved me from lingering longer.
My children’s dinner treat had lured me away from Little India.
Thank you Valerie Cher Goh, Vanessa Caitlin Jayne, Kwak Seong Hoon and Sam Poh for the lovely birthday dinner and gift.
I’d survived another birthday. It could have gone really awry… A sobering thought, indeed.

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