Wednesday, September 28, 2005
I only have twenty-five minutes to compose this entry.
Everything seems to be okay again. Mom is well again. A week ago, I thought I would lose her. My sister, Clarisse, told me that Mom was very sick. She was suffering from chills and high fever. She was in a delirium, crying out, "Mama! Mama!" like a little child looking for her mother. It turned out that she had a fight with my uncle, and she was emotionally and physically distressed. I am not ready to lose my Mom. I want to fulfill all the promises that I made to her. I want to make her happy. She celebrated her fifty-fifth birthday last September 26. I thank God for giving her another year with us. I love her very much.
I am turning thirty in less than a month. I can't believe it. I have a lot of growing up to do and challenges to face. I don't intend to get married or have a partner (whichever) until I have fulfilled all my promises to my family. I also want to be a writer; I hope to have a book published a couple of years from now. I am going to start small. Probably I'll write an essay or an article and submit it to a publishing company. I would like to fulfill all my personal, financial, and relationship goals before I turn forty.
Until now, I am still wondering what my purpose in life (or "dharma", as the Hindus would put it) really is. There are simply so many things that I would like to do for myself and for others...
Posted @ 7:57 PM
