The Path of Time

I was in an old folks' home last weekend doing some visiting. While I was there, I witnessed a rather unfortunate situation. There was an elderly lady lying on the bed and she was unfortunately suffers from down syndrome. While I sat there, she started talking to me. She might have been talking to me but I really had no idea what she was saying because the words that came out of her mouth were simply too mixed up to tell exactly what she was trying to tell me. I could only nod to show her I was listening but I couldn't respond. I couldn't possibly respond to something I didn't understand. She kept going on and on, and I just kept on nodding. I didn't really know what else to do or what to say. A nurse passing by noticed my "conversation" with her and I guess the nurse was concerned that I might have felt uncomfortable having to go listen to her "talking" to me. The nurse said I could ignore her if I wanted to, knowing that having to talk to a per...

Two weeks ago, I had another session of rock climbing. That session was by far the toughest rock climb I have ever done thus far. I scaled only one route, of which took me almost an hour to scale. By the time I got down after the successful climb, every limb on my body just went as soft as bean curd. I had no strength for any other climbs after that. Finishing the climb was definitely one of the best feelings at that point in time. Especially the fact that I took almost an hour to climb it. But that climb was one of the best climbs I have done so far not because of me finishing the climb or me doing anything magnificent to scale the route. The best part of that climb was the people on the ground. I think there were at least three parts of the route where I really struggled and simply wanted to shout down to my belayer, "bring me back down!". Honest to heart, I really felt like giving up. At the third point when it got so tough, my fingers, toes, forearms and thighs were burni...

For four years, the Fender electric guitar Reily used to play with his band that nearly broke through to mainstream has been left in the corner of his room. Reily simply couldn't play the guitar the way he used to anymore. Every time he held the guitar, his fingers would freeze up and simply couldn't move and the notes in the depths of his memories would never flow on to his fingers despite all certainty he knew he had the music in him. Four years ago, Reily lost his family in a car accident involving their family car and a trailer. The accident happened when Reily had to play for a gig with his band. Reily has always been blaming himself for the lost of his family. Four years ago, he had an argument with his father who insisted he should skip the gig to join his family trip. Soon after the argument, he stomped right out of the house and left for the gig. His family went on ahead with the trip and met their unfortunate fate. Reily holds himself at fault for causing their death....