Ying & Yang symbolizes the balance of life that we all tread; how we cope with it determines our life type.
In some ways, my life was utterly different in 2012 to what it is today, but on the other hand, it is the same even as time passes; the yin & Yang are with us just the same, so take a look at a page from 2012 writings which says so much about the Ying & Yang of life.
The day was Monday, 9 April 2012, 40 days into our 49-day holiday. We had taken eleven flights, and there were just two more to go before we ended the tour that had taken us to Singapore, explored Australia, sailed to Tasmania, then on to New Zealand, back to friends in Brisbane, and then stopped in Thailand before home.
Sitting next to the pool at the hotel just a few feet from the golden beach, this was the first time in 419 days since leaving Kiddicare that I had had the mental strength to put pen to paper “without stopping before starting,” as had been the case up until now, because of the pain inside my head screaming, mostly in silence for the loss.
The loss of not being wanted or needed, being forgotten, tossed onto the scrapheap of life to fade away quietly, without fuss or bother but, most of all, the loss of not continuously building a life with the ones who meant more to me than any amount of money or success, and along with all the things that happened in our lives that had gone, never to be known by generations to come.
By this time, after having 419 days to reflect on the last
60 years of my life, I now started writing and, as they say, time is a healer, which is probably true, but I think it’s more like time teaches you to hide those feelings.
So these are my reflections, my thoughts and my memories; there have definitely been some challenges and, as they say, “far too much information.” Some I have deleted from this book but, anyway, this should give the reader a real look into the: