I’m old.
I guess that can already be said about me. I realized this Friday night
at the office when I was singing ” I was dying inside to hold you,
couldn’t believe what I felt for you” and my assistant asked me what song
was that, and I couldn’t believe he didn’t know the most popular song
when I was a highschool freshman. This was the same assistant who told me
Claudine Barretto has always been fat, and I was like, didn’t you see
that famous scene in Got to Believe in Magic where she was running in
her unbelievably tight shirt that showed how sexy and well endowed she
was? To which he replied: Anong movie yun? And I said, the one with Rico
Yan! And he said: Sino si Rico Yan?
I know, right?!?
My point: There are people in this world— make that adult working
people— who were born when I was already in college. Which means that
now, I’m the one who talks about the good old days the way my parents
did when I was small. Now, I’m the one who says things like, the jeepney
fare during our time was P1.50, and one movie then was 30 pesos. And
now, I’m the one who sees these people roll their eyes and shake their
heads the way I did when I was small.
But the biggest tragedy of all is not that I’m old, but that the ones
I love are also old. So now I have friends who are being treated for
hypertension and all sorts of sickness which I only used to hear from
old people. My first cousin who was just a few years older than me died
just a month ago. And we all know how death has become so real for me
ever since my bestfriend Chio died.
I was thinking about all these things on my way to work this morning,
and just when I was starting to feel depressed about it, I told myself
that I’ll choose instead the happier outlook. And this entails
remembering the following:
1. That what matters is not that you’re old, but that there is fullness of life behind those years;
2. That being old means being wise, which, modesty aside, is something that can also be said about me;
3. That having friends who are also old means having friends who have journeyed with you all these years;
4. That being old is just a physical state when your heart is always young;
AND MORE IMPORTANTLY…
5. That being old doesn’t matter when you’re always being told that you actually look ten years younger.
Haha!
So yes, I’m old, but all these years have taught me that no matter
what my age is, I can always trust that the best is yet to come. That
was true when I was 16. It was also true when I was 24. And even more
true when I was 29. And now that I’m 30 (yes, I’m the type who boldly
proclaims my age), I still know that the best is yet to come even though
as things stand, I can already say that I’m experiencing the best of
life now.
After all, I’m the one who always looks ten years younger.
Haha!
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