birthdays
September 20, 2006Tomorrow will be my 25th year on this planet. *sigh* Feels like it was only yesterday when I was a happy-go-lucky teener. Ang tanda ko na yata.
I’ve never been concerned about growing old. I have no problems with a few gray hairs here and there. I was never vain, I welcome wrinkles and other “problems” that goes with ageing. I’ve never tried to hide my flaws, I find them too superficial. I’ve never considered anti-ageing options. I am contented with was given me.
I guess my only fear about ageing is losing my wit. I’ve always considered my brain as my most prized possession. I hate the thought of not being able to think on my feet, not having a retort for the things that people would say.
Then there is the part of maturity. Growing old is not always tantamount to maturing. I know a lot of people who, despite the numbers showing on their faces, still act like kids. I have no problem about childlike people; it’s those childish ones that gets to me.
Ahhhh…. maybe I am indeed getting old. A few years back, I would never get caught writing something like this. Maybe I’ll just try to enjoy the moment. After all, you only get 25 once.
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