jet lag

Jet lag makes you feel hallucinating. Your body clock is still in sync with the old-time zone, and so, your sleep is out of whack.  Brought back a memory of a minor jet lag (East coast, West coast), whose hotel bed could not even induce me to sleep.

Then I visited my mom at her then assisted living apartment. As soon as I got there, I just laid down and took a nap.

My most peaceful nap to date, and the  last time I remember ever be near the womb which had incubated me.

We are defenseless against forces of nature. Yet we need to survive as much as ants in their colonies.

Somewhere along the line, we learn when to push the limits, when to yield to Jurassic Park electrified edge.

Aging is one.

I could handle jet lag in my younger years much better (coming back from the East doesn’t help).

I however use this time to recover and reflect, on lessons learned.

I learned from people young and old, and not just old.

I picked up a few tips from people of different personalities and nationalities.

You can say, I try to cross-pollinate while cross-referencing my newly acquired contextual learning.

I found out there are many ways to skin a cat, carve a cow and smoke beef.

Just as there are many ways to love and express love. Betrayal however has only one.

Even then, I learned. All along still trusting, still hoping there will always be next time. Hope never fails.

And jet lag doesn’t last forever. Just like any lingering pain at the joint or the heart.

I have never come back to that Assisted Living since my mom had long passed away. But every time I got a jet lag, I do miss having that nap on Mom’s bed. Feel safe and accepted, no matter how far along you have been.