A new year observation, rather than a resolution, from one of our more thoughtful creative writers, Sao Khemawadee Mangrai:
Have you ever woken up in the morning with a feeling of expectation? You get so excited that you don’t want to linger in bed. You spring up and get ready to tackle the day’s routine. In between chores, you stop to wonder what you are expecting. Is it a messenger who comes to knock at the front door to tell you that you have won the Lotto? No, for me it can’t be, because I don’t buy lottery tickets regularly or check them after purchase. Is it the postman who has brought a huge parcel? It’s not my birthday; it’s neither Christmas nor New Year. Our wedding anniversary is not until May, so it’s not an anniversary present. Is it the Myer delivery truck dropping off a new set of sitting room furniture to replace the old sunken, cat-scratched sofas? Or is it the car that I’ve won from the raffle tickets I’ve been buying for the charity, Kids with Cancer?
As the morning’s cooking, cleaning and praying are done, nothing out of the ordinary has happened. When morning gives over to afternoon the expectation dwindles, and evening follows suit.
When night falls, you feel like a deflated balloon. Weary and tired, you head towards the consolation of your bed, and sleep through the night to be awake at dawn for another day of expectation.
Sao Khemawadee Mangrai’s memoir BURMA MY MOTHER And Why I Had To Leave is a valuable read and available for sale here:
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