Yesterday was the first time I had the impression my dad is turning into an old man. At the beach I noticed he was a bit saggier than I remember, and he has lost a bit of bulk in his upper body. When we went for a walk this evening, I noticed his posture is also different from what I remember. It is an unwelcome reminder that my parents’ lives are finite. I can no longer take it for granted that they will always be there for me. That’s all a bit depressing so I won’t dwell on it any longer. I am lucky to have such happy, supportive parents who are still enjoying life together. I really hope that I get to create a family one day too. As each year passes my concern that this won’t ever happen grows. I’m not really old yet, but I’m not really young either. I am too old to be able to call what I am doing a youthful adventure before getting serious about life. This is me being serious about life. This is the way I want to live it. Even so, I am worried that taking on this bike trip means giving up on some of the other things I want out of life too.
|Distance ridden today||0km|
|Total distance ridden||10,212km|