I met an old friend yesterday. I heard he went through a bad patch recently, seeing his face light up and hearing him chuckle made me happy too.
"You look very good!", he said. I protested, "No! I just came from the container yard, I'm covered in dust and sweat."
So we sat down and chatted over coffee. "You should settle down", he advised. Again I protested, "No lah. I'm happy the way I am."
He's married with two kids and he likes to promote the happy marital lifestyle. Just as he was about to start a long lecture, I quickly distracted him with other topics. An engineer by training, he loves to tinker around in the backyard. So he spoke passionately about his latest home-made invention, the solar-powered climate-controlled greenhouse. The irony is, he has the perfect little greenhouse but he knows nothing about growing things. Just like he loves deep sea fishing but doesn't know how to cook his catch.
When I got home, I began thinking about his advice. What's he trying to tell me? That I should make hay while the sun shines?
Come to think of it, I'm not exactly the best candidate for marriage, not that I'm desperate to get hitched anyway. The kids will be embarking on tertiary education soon. They're not scholarship material, so funding falls squarely on my shoulders. If they're heading for an oversea education, it could cost me an arm and a leg.
It's probably not the best time for anyone to marry me. Better to wait until the kids are armed with a degree and see if mummy still has all her limbs intact. There are plenty of fishes in the ocean anyway.