This 15 year old stallion that I’m sitting on, I love it quite a lot. Though 15 years old this year, it often gives me this great feeling whenever I’m riding it. Smooth… Like a typical stallion. The older it is, the better it gets as it tends to understand the feelings of the owner over time. Been riding it for almost 2 years and it kinda complements or reacts to me perfectly well for every move and action I make. Great transmission. Yeah. It’s a manual. Gets into every gear smoothly with every shift I make. “You handle it with such ease”, some remarked. When driving a manual, that’s the only thing available to play with my skills, not to mention about automatic transmission nowadays. Hence, am I just good in this or whether this stallion has a good understanding of the driver, I wonder. It’s not new and there it doesn’t come with any “va-va-voom” technology. All it has that I’m sure of are 2 very basic pairs of wheels and a power steering. Well, of course when compared to the younger and newer specie at home, it is not as well in certain ways. As people age, there will definitely be some crankiness or whatever it is. The same logic applies. The one thing the new will definitely not beat the old – experience.
Even after 15 years, many of these stallions are still in production. Hence, it seems that this very stallion that I like has earned himself a good reputation.
And while I was driving along the streets, I got myself thinking. I’ve been meeting up many of my old friends and best buddies this holiday. Movies, shopping, talking, having breakfast, traveling etc etc... I don’t think we really have many of such times left. People are gradually leaving, one by one. And truly, this is very rare chance for the closest friends of mine to be at the same place together.
Old friends. At this mature age, what do you think about them? What are your feelings for them? My mum suddenly asked me one day. "Erm.. yes! i love them" i told myself. A question which I often ask myself too. I hear many views from various people. Some say they walk you through a certain phase of life, and move on. Meet them up for a cup of tea sometimes to catch up a bit when there’s time. Some say it’s advisable not to hold onto too tight because you’ll soon find them moving on. It’s like an old car, scraped after ten years. For practical sake. Old friends are like how this old stallion is to me. The longer the time we spent together, the more I love them. One thing old friends have – they understand you. And of course I’m talking about real friends. One them once wrote to me, “fly away, follow your dreams, but never forget the ones who tried to fly with you”. I seriously love you guys who walked me thru everything. Happy times, sad times, difficult times… No matter how long we’ve walked together, and no matter where we ended up, either at the top of the hill or the valley, one thing I know is that we grabbed each others hand and held onto each other once to get ourselves to have the right momentum, the right velocity and obtain the right air lift to open our wings and fly.
Are you flying and yet leaving something, someone behind? Think again...
