Well then again, over and over, whatever we do, there are always things that didn’t go as planned. Like the mystery of how I got conceived.
I am the youngest in the family. I only have one elder brother and also have four elder sisters. And like the usual scenarios, our parents tried hard to have a son, which resulted to my four lovely sisters first before my only brother finally arrived.
I can’t remember if they have told me the story of how it happened that they have another son, which turned out to be me. I don’t know if they planned to have me or I was just a twist of fate – if I may reiterate that, maybe I’m an accident. I don’t know, because I didn’t ask. I won’t know if they will tell the truth anyway if ever I did, because they know it will only hurt my feelings if they tell me I wasn’t supposed to exist.
Okay, it’s not like I’m not thankful I was born. If ever I was a mistake, that would mean for me, the sweetest mistake of all.
That’s about it. Let me end this post with a line from the movie, Kung Fu Panda, by the character Master Oogway as he talked to the deranged Master Shifu, which turned out to be a line from a famous psychologist, Sigmund Freud.
There are no accidents.