Eighty-nine years. How did I get here? It felt so fast and quick like a flash of lightning. Here I am in the last quarter of my life, and I find myself surprised. I know I’ve lived through those years. Memories of the past come to me in glimpses. I recall how it was back then, when everything was just ‘on’ or ‘off’.

Where did my youth go? I will be ninety. Yet there are times when I remember when I was nine, with my parents and siblings facing the hardships of an occupied Kuala Belait during the Second World War

There are times when I remember myself as a student. I recall the laughter and joy I spent with my classmates and friends. We watched old movies and played simple games.

Mr Leong from his youth to age 92. 梁先生从青年时期到92岁。

There are times when I remember myself as a young man. I pursued a career and family. I was chasing dreams and goals. And now, I am here, my children grown, my grandchildren thriving, and the fruits of my labour have been passed on to the communities I care about. Yet there is always more that I wish to leave behind. Time marches on, and I feel the weight of my age on my shoulders.

There is never enough time, even with all the success and joys that I had found, I still seek to strive, to learn, to become better. Yet time never stops. Sometimes it is slow. Other times, it is fast. Yet, it keeps going forwards. Life is much like this. It never quite stands still.

In these twilight years of mine, I reflect deeply. I think of the time that has simply gone. It has vanished and will never be seen again. Of the things that I cannot take with me to the beyond, and of the future that does not belong to me.

SK (60) and his grandson (1)

To my readers who are still young, treasure the time you have. It can be quick and fleeting. It can never be caught. For one day you will look back, maybe aged 60, 70, 80 or even a rich 100, you will wonder, “how did I get here?”

And you will want a good answer from your future self. “Here is all I have done, here is all that I will leave behind. Here is the life that I have lived and loved.”

Girl seeing an image of an elderly woman in mirror. Artist :unknown