Some Mornings

Some mornings, my breakfast is a simple bowl of home made peanut and dried oysters porridge, cooked over night in a slow cooker, with a sprinkling of chopped fresh spring onions and coriander. A small port of Chinese tea.

My son, Seenum, would have gone to school after his own breakfast. My wife, Numpueng, drives him to his near by kinder garden. She usually have her own choice of food in the morning which she’ll pick up on the way back home. We would eat together occasionally.

On days like this, there is a sense of happiness and serenity, otherwise, there is usually a feeling of anxiety. I am often filled with mortal concerns. How long can I continue to take care of my family and myself? How shall I live? What have I done with the life given to me? How can I have a clarity of mind?

How much do I know of the art of living?