Saturday afternoon.

Friend's baby girl is one month old. I had the chance to carry her in my arms for a while. All i thought about was how much she had grown since i saw her (when she was 1 day old). She slept in my arms. And many other arms before mine. I was worried if she was comfortable being cradled in my arms. She squirmed a little and opened her eyes. Did i feel something momentuous? No. I just hoped that she wouldn't cry. Only when she was taken from me, i realized that perhaps it would have been more appropriate to think about more symbolic things. Perhaps of life and death. Of being parents. Of being married. Of having children. Of responsibilities. But all i cared about is if she would be uncomfortable and start to cry in my arms.

What is my life and hereafter?
Will i be lonely?
What thoughts are these?
Am i lacking in something?
What should i really be thinking?