Confessions and Revelations of a Husband, Father and Son
What is the purpose of life?
I had this thought today; Why and what are we doing here on Earth? Why were we born into this world for? Those are questions that scholars pose and till today still baffle them. I, being a simple folk, look around and see life as it is; Working, playing, eating, sleeping and breathing. Those are the basic fundamentals of life. But if Life is without purpose, what purpose does living have? What is the purpose of working, playing, eating, sleeping and breathing?
I often look at my life and marvel at the wonders that life have given me. A job, a house, a car and wonderful gadgets to play with (those who know me knows my love of all gadgets that have a CPU inside). To what gain have they brought me thus far?
I used to be an External Auditor in one of the "Big 4". I enjoyed the prestige that the job gives and of course the monetary returns. Though I bet the restaurant waiter earns more bucks per hour then me since I sometimes work 20 hours a day. But the prestige was good. I enjoyed being the "center of attraction" whenever I go to my client's place, looking like zoo creatures caged up for 20 hours a day tirelessly trying to create or extract "smoke" out of numbers. After 5 years of smoke, I finally said to myself, enough is enough.
Each of us have an Achilles heel and mine are those little bits of ones and zeroes that run on those gadgets called games. I have been known to play games for hours on end, enjoying each moment, playing game after game after game. I asked myself, what have I accomplished? Would I hold dear these memories towards my twilight years? Would I be able to say that I was one of the best shooters in Battlefield 2™ or that I bested the computer at Battle for Middle Earth™? Does it matter?
No!
The birth of my little "bundle of joy" accelerated my realisation that my job should not be my life. I am one of those fortunate few who was able to see the real prestige that only a family gives. The memories that I hold dear are those memories that my wife (girlfriend for 7+ years and wife for the last 2+ years) and my son share. Yes, even those days when my little rascal demands for attention all throughout the nights and gives me his innocent grin when I scramble to lift him up from his crib. I bet I am not the only parent who, at times, regretted my "moment of folly" during the initial months of my son's life. But he is definitely worth it.
A loving and beautiful wife, a little rascal to call my own and nice family and friends, those are the things that we should be striving for. Everything else is just a means to an end.
Just not so long ago, there was this article about a super successful KPMG partner that "had it all". Towards the end of his prematurely ended life (he had cancer), he looked back and counted his accomplishments and accolades he had garnered during his life which numbered like the sands on the shore. As for the things that matter most, his wife, children and family, he could only count those memories with his fingers. How many of us see ourselves heading in that direction?
What is the purpose of life? To me, it is being the best husband to my wife, the best father to my son and being the best son to my parents.
What is the purpose of life?
I had this thought today; Why and what are we doing here on Earth? Why were we born into this world for? Those are questions that scholars pose and till today still baffle them. I, being a simple folk, look around and see life as it is; Working, playing, eating, sleeping and breathing. Those are the basic fundamentals of life. But if Life is without purpose, what purpose does living have? What is the purpose of working, playing, eating, sleeping and breathing?
I often look at my life and marvel at the wonders that life have given me. A job, a house, a car and wonderful gadgets to play with (those who know me knows my love of all gadgets that have a CPU inside). To what gain have they brought me thus far?
I used to be an External Auditor in one of the "Big 4". I enjoyed the prestige that the job gives and of course the monetary returns. Though I bet the restaurant waiter earns more bucks per hour then me since I sometimes work 20 hours a day. But the prestige was good. I enjoyed being the "center of attraction" whenever I go to my client's place, looking like zoo creatures caged up for 20 hours a day tirelessly trying to create or extract "smoke" out of numbers. After 5 years of smoke, I finally said to myself, enough is enough.
Each of us have an Achilles heel and mine are those little bits of ones and zeroes that run on those gadgets called games. I have been known to play games for hours on end, enjoying each moment, playing game after game after game. I asked myself, what have I accomplished? Would I hold dear these memories towards my twilight years? Would I be able to say that I was one of the best shooters in Battlefield 2™ or that I bested the computer at Battle for Middle Earth™? Does it matter?
No!
The birth of my little "bundle of joy" accelerated my realisation that my job should not be my life. I am one of those fortunate few who was able to see the real prestige that only a family gives. The memories that I hold dear are those memories that my wife (girlfriend for 7+ years and wife for the last 2+ years) and my son share. Yes, even those days when my little rascal demands for attention all throughout the nights and gives me his innocent grin when I scramble to lift him up from his crib. I bet I am not the only parent who, at times, regretted my "moment of folly" during the initial months of my son's life. But he is definitely worth it.
A loving and beautiful wife, a little rascal to call my own and nice family and friends, those are the things that we should be striving for. Everything else is just a means to an end.
Just not so long ago, there was this article about a super successful KPMG partner that "had it all". Towards the end of his prematurely ended life (he had cancer), he looked back and counted his accomplishments and accolades he had garnered during his life which numbered like the sands on the shore. As for the things that matter most, his wife, children and family, he could only count those memories with his fingers. How many of us see ourselves heading in that direction?
What is the purpose of life? To me, it is being the best husband to my wife, the best father to my son and being the best son to my parents.
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