In my college days, one of my classmates was a full 6 years older than the rest of the class. We use to jokingly address him as 'old man'.
It was amusing then but kinda uncanny now that I'm 30.
My metabolism is slower, I'm getting fat (no doubt from all the 'eat-all-you-can' buffets), I have white hair and I think I am starting to see a bald spot.
I had lunch today with Patrick. He asked me about future plans like whether I'm interested to put up a business or if I plan to migrate to anywhere someday. Thinking about it now I probably sounded like an irresponsible happy go lucky shmuck with answers like 'I don't know', 'I haven't thought about it' and 'I'm just taking my time .. enjoying life/work'.
There was a time, a long, long time ago when the family lived in a very cramped apartment. My Dad was overseas and money, the lack of it, was a problem. I remember a time when my younger brother and I once stared at chocolate cupcakes that we knew we liked but couldn't muster the courage to ask money for. It was a stressful time for my parents and we the children felt it.
I just feel blessed today that I don't have to ask money for a chocolate cup cake anymore :-)
Yes, I know, I will need to answer those life questions ... eventually ....