As MERS-CoV halted the world, what the writer learned, about, time…translated…
Because of the outbreaks, you’re, stuck at home, out of, a job, and so, you’d, started, practicing, parting with your things, slowly, you’d, sorted through those, boxes of, dusted things. You’d found a whole box of photo albums, and saw yourself when you were younger, and you were in awe: ahhhhhhhhhhhh, I was, truly, beautiful then!
But, with that thought that flashed out of my mind too quickly, recalling how when I was younger, I was, always, complaining; my butt is too huge, I’m too heavy, my complexion, too dark, my front teeth too protruding, etc., etc., etc., etc., I’d never, saw myself, as, anything that’s, pretty.
like this…
And now at the age of fifty, I’d, looked back, and felt: at fifteen I was, so young, twenty, so straight up and no bullshit, so matured at age thirty, experienced at forty; and yet, as I’m, in my, mid-fifties, I’d still, STUCK, in that loop of, complaining, my skin looked, so very, weathered now, sighed how I’m no longer, as fit as I once had been!
Pushing this timeline forward more, and by logic—maybe, by the time I’m sixty, looking back at myself at fifty, I’d felt: wow, fifty, such, a wonderful time of my life that was!
And, rather than, turning back, to lick that nearing expiration date sweetness, why not, cherish what I can taste right now.
You’re, most beautiful right now, now is, the BEST time of your life, take advantage of it!
And so, this can be considered as, a letter to the self, perhaps, you’d, realized, that you had been complaining, as those decade milestones came and went, and when you look back, through the teens, twenties, thirties, forties, and fifties, you’d felt, wow, I was like that, how amazing, so you’d, decided, to NOT look back and feel in awe at what you were once, and just, learn to, love yourself in the now.