and that's how the story goes

i remember some time ago i was looking through some of my father's old photo albums and i came across pictures of him in the 70s. he couldn't have been any older than i am now, sporting a pimping mustache, wide-framed glasses and bell-bottoms.

basically how a teen in the 70s would look like. he was ice skating with his buddies, some of whom i recognise because he still goes out with them now, when he is able to.

i look at the pictures and wonder how would he feel if he could see the life he is having now. would he be contented with his job and family? or was he expecting so much more?

i wonder how i would feel if i were in his shoes, both as a teenager and as an adult 30 years down the road.

my mother was only 20 when she met my father. that's only 1 year away from where i am now. i am at a stage where life-changing decisions are going to be made. what if the choices are wrong?

actually there are no right or wrong choices. i have only 1 life. there is no other 'better' life to compare it with. it could be said that i am living the best life possible, or also the worst.

let's just hope for the best.