Random thoughts: Old age

I am young, might be offensive to post such sensitive topic, but hey, what the heck...

I was walking towards the coffee shop for my breakfast, the old lady that stayed at my MIL condo shout a good morning to me, and ask me if I am back from work. I smiled and said I am going for breakfast. She think for a while and asked:" What day is today?" I said "Sunday!", she replied "oh" and said "mang mang kia (walk slowly)" I wondered how is it like when you don't know if a day is Monday, or Tuesday, because everyday seem like the same? At least when I am working, I will know when is the weekend.

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I was driving back from dinner with my wife and son. My wife pointed to me an old uncle who is pushing his carpark up the carpark ramp. "He always go out at this time alone, so sad" In order not to go all depressed on a Sunday, I start to be Drama, and make up a storyline about how when he was young, he left a girl and is so lonely now, but in my mind, it again left an dent.

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My parents, in particular, my dad, has slogged for his life. He is diagnosed with heart attack in his mid forties, but only went for operation in his sixties. Simple, we were all dependents then, although he never mentioned it, I know he knew if he was incapable of working after his operations, our family will fall apart.

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My MIL has no entertainment, she only find solace in her two daughters, talking and gossiping about people, raising her voice to talk about unfairness of life, how people were, she don't even watch the stocks anymore after teletext is gone. I have taught her how to use the bloomberg app in her phone, but it never catches on.

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Old age seem really gloomy to me. Even if one is financially well. There is another neigbour, either in his late seventies or early eighties. He is in the pink of health. He has 2 dog pets, both are strays and much stronger than him. One of his dog is called Moscow, who is as old as him (in terms of dog's lifespan), he is really docile and my boy like to hug it. The younger stray can drag the maid alone when it wants to, but both are like cats when this old ah pek bring the dog out. Power! But his wife is getting senile. Many times I saw her sitting outside the penhouse, staring blankly into space. I didn't see the both of them as often now, only the maid and the dogs.

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The prime of my life... Why am I am complaining about work?

When it comes, it comes, enjoy it when it comes.