A friend once said;
I was 18 when my aunt found out that her husband was having an affair with his secretary.
The secretary got pregnant and her husband wanted to marry her. My aunt tried for years but couldn’t get pregnant. She knew one day her husband would leave her because he wanted his own child.
My aunt divorced her husband at the age of 46.
To fulfill her loneliness and get rid of the sadness, she started drawing and painting classes to learn what she always said, was her passion.
Her drawings were so embarrassing and if no one knew, they would think a little kindergartner drew them. To me, she was a real loser and I was very ashamed of her. I thought: she was 46, she should work harder and think of her retirement, not waste her time on painting and making a fool of herself.
My father was one year older than my aunt. My father never did these crazy silly things; he just worked and worked very hard. He was always very focused.
Years passed and I became 40 years old, I was living in another country, educated and having a good life. One day when I called home, my sister picked up the phone. She said Mom went to visit aunt’s painting gallery. And my sister was there staying with Dad.
“Aunt’s gallery?!” I asked.
My sister said: “Yes, she’s a famous painter. She had several successful art shows so far and sold many of her paintings. She even teaches drawing and painting.”
I remembered the day that I thought my aunt was a loser and my father wasn’t. Now I could see how healthy and happy my aunt was and my father with almost the same age is a tired retired man who only solve puzzles, drinks tea and goes for walks thinking about his old days, but my aunt built a happy and successful retirement.
My aunt thought me how not to be a loser; to follow my dreams and never be embarrassed about something that I am passionate about.