Weekend again, and let's fill our minds with some imagination and adventure. The title alone speaks that this will be the product of an imaginative mind, a place we look upon in the adventure given by the WEEKEND ENGAGEMENT: one weekend and one on one with my 90 years old self. Overall happy weekend wherever places you are in the globe.
In the holy book, Methuselah was the most extended years had been breath. He was the grandfather of Noah, the man who created an arc after the great flood; he lived for 969 years, Jared lived for 962 years, Noah for 950 years, and Adam, the first man, was 930 years. (Source) Imagine those years when 90 years old self was young as new to them still could do such thing as teenagers.
In the Guinness Book of Record. Jeanne Louise Calment was the oldest, aged 122 and 164 days old. At the same time, the holder of the most senior person living is Kene Tanaka of Japan, ripe age of 177 years, while the holder for male is Jiroemon Kimura, 166 years old. (Source)
But now, it seems like 90 years old have become abstract, but I won't lose hope that someday, as time goes on, I will still be living—a 90-year-old man, still capable as young as these days, where normal course still easy.
I think this is so much relevant to what is happening right now. People said to me, "You are still young, just trust the process" Others said, "I envy you. At your young age, you could do things like this and that, you could have more surely as the days begone" some individuals say "you just have to enjoy your youthfulness, for now, don't worry for the future for now." One thing is sure, and I shall believe with, that was 90 years version of mine, even just for one weekend of meeting, I want to ask something, that I am always curious about my entire life, the future and what will happen to me, whom shall I believe with? Whom shall I be with? Or where shall I go?
Insomnia is attacking me right now, where no sleep for two days is still satisfactory, but I don't know the following days to come if I will survive or take the necessary things instead. Well, still, I am normal, and well, I could still write something for a weekend activity. If this weekend and the version of the 90-year-old man will visit me, that will be a blessing. What if in my dreams? What if the idea of meeting my 90 years old version will make me fall asleep, dive into calmness as he gives me the future in my dreams, where I am comfortable to sleep, and there he talks to me?
Where the older man with white hair gives me the look of what I am planning right now, my plan in my family's future, my self of comport, my investment that will bloom in the nest year as goes what I vision, positive thinking always lead to success, a 90 years old man showing me the result of my Hive stays, were from very tiny fish evolved to bigger fish. Where a 90 years old man is still sitting facing the laptop writing his blog as I do right now, getting old as my writing skills never weakened but improved.
A 90-year-old version of mine shows that my ideas had turned into reality from this age to the next. My dream home, land, and business were blooming in prosperity. Where 90 years old man is smiling for he has secured things out, investment goes in the best result possible.
He will show me different pictures, the one that happened to me and that will wait for me to take, a portrait photograph of my younger self until the white hair is changed to black color. The success image of me with a photo of graduating from master's to doctoral. Where portrait of my wedding snapshot of the woman who truly loves me the same as I do, a picture of my children who live the most comfortable thing I could give. Those photos of that were listed in the album, as he shared nothing but a smile as my struggle had been turning into something that beautiful memories.
They are all on the wall of my house.
A simple glance at my future, a dedication of my efforts, and motivation for me to move forward. Become the best I am now, for I expect a good future return.
A 90 years old version of mine that have nothing guilt about his youthful time.
An old version of mine that still remember what was the young's memories inside, the valuables had been kept. An old self of mine stayed bright, still curious, and wanted to feed his mind, imagination, and curiousness, where he shared what he learned from being curious.
A 90-year-old version for me is the picture of my success. Where my family's legacy feels comfortable until I become 90 or more, that's my vision for this weekend.
I remember there was an app on the mobile phone where you would send your photo, and the instant you would record an edited filtered face of yourself as oldies. I tried the filter app to send my photo, and the result was something.
I don't like to grow old and become 90 for now, and I have more things to do and more ideas to get for sure.
Who doesn't want to reach a 90-year-old version of themselves? Indeed we all wanted that, and we also wanted to live until 100 years of our life. I don't see it impossible for science is now looking for alternatives, and who knows that our generation will be the one that will benefit us, where indeed we could still look within ourselves at what we desired, those picture glances of the future.
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