No Problem

Ever since I started understudying my father as an undertaker, I stopped trying to solve problems.

People dying are not problems, it's part-and-parcel of life. When I try to empathise and try to simply be there for the decedent's retinue, I learn that caring intellect, emotion and attention is all that I need to perform my job. I do my best not to judge, and I learn to be grateful for what I still have instead of what I lost. I am still imperfect, problems remain unsolved, but I get by each day, one day at a time.

I miss being a computer engineer, it's been a while since I solved a logical problem with my hands and brain. But I have no regrets with what life throws up at me.

Just a few hours ago I was feeding my cat. She puked out all the food that she ate, I waited for her to settle down, then I fed her a few more bites, she ate and afterwards watched me clean up the mess that she created. She actually wanted to eat back all the food that she puked out, I stopped her, saying it's alright, it's not a problem, nothing needs to be solved. I scooped up her puke, and threw it in the trashbin. She followed me and watched me as I cleared up the mess, I could tell that she was happy, so was I too.

Have a good evening. No problems to solve.