How About 30 Years Later?
It's funny how everyone turns out different.
SH and I were looking through a really old primary school choir musical vcd a week back. And then we pointed out alot alot of old friends we used to know. "Dion! Ehh that's Kenryu sia.. Haha it's Gabriel over there!"
And everyone of them turned out different.
Some moved to Australia as promising polo players, some became gangsters, some became devout christians, some became nerds, and some already have tattoos and are part of some secret society. Some found girlfriends, some turned gay, some became ruggers and jocks and you would laugh to know they were once from choir.
So this past week, I was wondering how everyone would automatically take different routes in life, and finally diversing to become our society. The good and bad and neutral of it. My mum and I watched this channel 8 show filming two mothers going through pregnancy and then finally giving birth to their children. I saw their tormented faces on the hospital bed, crying and gnawing as they tried with all their might to bring their child to this world. And when the babies were in their arms, that look on their faces - it was priceless. That stare, that glance at their children's tiny features, their eyes filled with so much hope and love for them. It was like 10 years in a second. Now in that instance they saw their child grow up to become capable, successful, loved, and happy. In an instance, they thought of the stresses in their baby's childhood, the heated hostile arguments in their teen age, and then finally seeing them get married. All those thoughts possibly converging into one huge mass of blob that lasts only a few seconds, in their state of ultimate bliss. Imagine the turmoil it brought to them. Imagine the insecurities of the future, hidden beneath the overwhelming joy of a new life. They dreamt big dreams for their children. Every one of them only wishing for the best for their child.
And when I look at a hooker, or a drug lord, or a serial killer. I can't help but think of their parents. How they saw them to become so much more than what they are today. These people have parents too right. Their parents must have wanted the best for them when they were young, hoping that they become lovely people with beautiful personalities, and have a wonderful future ahead of them.
So I guess it's the same for all our parents. When they first saw us, they saw great things. They didn't see us as the scums of this world, but great men and women of our age. And even though sometimes our parents really give us shit, and make our lives miserable, but at that very beginning of their lives - at least they've thought of us as angels.
I wonder if they could see where their children are at now. How much pain will it be?
It must hurt Jesus so much more.