Thoughts On A Rainy Day

The life before me, I will never truly understand.

Stories, books, photos, music, they just give me a glimpse of how it was in the past

But still, I will always be a stranger

The life after I die, I will never get to  know

I will leave my stories and pictures for the future to see

But I will always be a stranger to them

They will never fully understand

My life now is mine

This is the only time I fully comprehend

This is mine

Time Hops

Something amazes me. It always happens. I get this realization at some point. I look at some photos of my kids. And it never fails to surprise me to see how little they were at that time I took the picture! I remember the feelings. It was just like from yesterday, not from a long time. The feelings have not changed. And the way I see them is also the same. The way I saw them at that time is just exactly the way how I see them right now. Perspective.  Is my perspective at their level and grows with them as well? I looked at my boy’s picture from 2013.  I saw my boy then as a big kid. But when I look at his photo, he was very small and such a baby!  Now, that he is a first grader, I see him as a big boy and I expect things from him especially the responsibilities he has to do. I am certain in a year or two, when I look at his pictures taken from now,  I will realize again that he is still a baby! And maybe in the years to come I will still have the same feeling?

I hope I made sense and I was able to put into words what I mean. Time hops. 

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