Two people within me (02.19.2013)
I missed dinner again — Was too busy wrapping up a late-night meeting with an Australian bank.
I missed the school play — I didn’t think it was that important. Math and Science, now those do matter to my Asian sensibilities.
I forgot to call my mother to wish her a happy birthday today — Just totally slipped my mind. I swear I planned to remember it. Even had it in my mind a couple of days ago.
I didn’t know what instrument my daughter played — Something flute-like, is all I know.
I didn’t see the sadness behind my wife’s smile — Sometimes she just hid it well, but most of the time I was sitting 6000 miles away from her and the phone was the only connection.
I didn’t notice the disappointment in my daughter’s eyes — I was planning to come in tomorrow and take them to Applebee’s over the weekend, but some work came up and I had to stay over in London.
But I did take the message from my client asking for updates late at night.
I worked hours of overtime and always made it to the networking parties late in the evening.
While my wife was tucking our children in at night, I was slyly checking my outlook email one more time.
I would probably spend the last years of my life in my mansion wondering why my grown children never visit me.
Mom, how are you today? What did u eat? Tell me about your day.
I added extra vacation days to my leave so I could stay over with Dad and Mom some more.
I changed the diapers in the middle of the night so my wife could catch some sleep. They smelled like hell, especially at night. I even rescheduled my meeting to make the PTA meeting.
I taped a note to my keyboard so I would remember to look up my client’s request Monday morning.
I valued friendship and conversation. We laughed and drank cheap brandy and stayed up late talking.
I helped my daughter with her science project. We cut and glued until our hands were sticky.
I took my elderly mother to the doctor’s whenever I was in India and I visited her every year without exceptions.
I knew the names of all my daughter’s friends. Even had funny names for some of the familiar ones.
I might probably spend the last years of my life with friends and family between the US and India bouncing my grandchildren on my knees.
There are two types of people in the world. It seems to me both of them live within me, a very short distance from each other.
Those who prioritize work, and those who prioritize people and relationships.
Those who live to work, and those who work to live.
Those who look to buy happiness by paying top dollar, and those who end up owning a factory that manufactures their own.