It’s 4.45 in the morning, and I’ve been up for a little over an hour. I (stupidly) suggested to Marte that I watch over Michael this night. And this little guy isn’t exactly easy to keep watch over. He’s like an alarm clock that is bound to make some sort of noise at least once an hour. So you can’t really sleep, you just spend an hour in bed with your eyes closed, wondering when he’ll ring. Marte wasn’t able to sleep either knowing that the Michael-bomb would soon explode, so being the gentleman I am (read: sucker), I took him to the living room, and I’ve been sitting at the computer trying to find something to do. With nothing in particular to do, other than watching yet another Ally McBeal episode, I found myself wandering the endless plains of Facebook again. I might’ve perhaps mentioned before that looking at my past makes me nostalgic, because quite frankly, it was one of the best times of my life. I’m thinking specifically when I was around 13+ years of age.
Anyway, Facebook. I tend to stay away from Facebook as much as I can because inflicting that sort of “pain” on myself, consciously, is just stupid. But lacking something better to do, I just searched for old classmates anyway. I surprised myself with my own reaction. Upon finding people I knew, I couldn’t help but smile. Things have changed, people have changed, and so have I. And that’s not a bad thing at all. I came to find close friends, people I hardly knew, and people I just remember seeing at some point. Change isn’t always a bad thing, I’ve come to notice. And I do notice things late, I know. ;)
I admit, when looking on what my earlier classmates have achieved at my age, I get a little jealous. They go out, have fun with their friends, and keep on studying. I myself haven’t really achieved anything good, except for Michael and Marte. But then again, I bought my house at 21, I was fortunate enough to get together with Marte when I was 19, and our son was born when I was 23. The most correct thing, if not the only correct thing, I have done, is having given Michael the gift of life. And I’m pretty sure Marte agrees with me. But time passes by so quickly! Just as my younger days flew by, so do these. Michael grows bigger by the day, and soon enough he’ll be the one at the computer at 4 in the morning, trying to get his baby to sleep, while typing in his thoughts. I just hope that he learns to value his youth, because that’s something that you only experience once, and before the blink of an eye, it’s gone. But here I am, freezing my butt off in the living room, smiling upon changes.
