Thoughts these days inevitably turn to time, ageing, comings and goings, and unfulfilled goals. The other day I had lunch with a long-time friend from my previous ad agency. Since we hadn’t seen each other for more than a year, we fell into a reflective mood of sorts, talking about our lives, our age (he just turned 35 – and I’m following hard on his heels), our families (well, at least mine, because he’s still single but planning to get married next year). We shared some info about our respective life insurance-slash-retirement policies. He just got one from Manulife while I told him about how I finally finished paying off my Philam retirement plan, which took five years to accomplish.
Supposedly, according to my aunt who made me take up that policy in the first place, I’d get a million pesos …
