Cake tastes like all heavenly sugars and smells like all sweet flavors you put in it.
I enjoy it, you do, they do, we all do. What’s left then? The candles. The number they represent, is it just an angle the way you or I see it?
I am in my late 20s, and I confess that sometimes when I wake up in the morning I just wish I was much older, like 73! Why 73? Why not. Why not 70? or 75? Haha too plain, too mainstream, well 73 sounds like well thought, like I know what I am talking about, but the truth is I don’t. However it sounds kind of cool, because people can’t help asking the questions above. C’mon didn’t you? ;p
Now, why do I want to be suddenly much older? Because, seems I have somehow managed to persuade myself that things will be much easier for me then.
I won’t be shrinking and stretching my brain with existential dilemmas. I hope, at that age I will probably have a few things figured out. I hope, I will be telling my grandson/s or granddaughter/s (I prefer the second :D, but regardless of the gender I will love them the same <3) stories about my adventures when I was younger or when I was their age.
I wish I will be one of those grannies that have a story to tell for almost everything and for that I will certainly need a well-trained memory, let’s see how that will turn out…
I hope however, that growing old is not a painful process for me. Yes, I have noticed these almost invisible little wrinkles on my face, and some traces of grey hair, and I am still thinking to dye it or not, but nothing particularly dramatic so far. Hhmm… maybe it’s still too early.
Is there a training to grow old peacefully? I really don’t want to risk the opposite.
Anyway, the only painful thing about the time passing by, is that I want to do lots of things and I am slowly making it happen (the good thing is I have my goals and working hard to achieve them), but I wonder sometimes “Isn’t it a bit too slowly? This progress of mine?” or “I won’t have enough time to do this or that, before turning 30/40/50!!” and so on.
I really believe, that being older will mean, that I will be less stupid! 😀 I will be more knowledgeable and more experienced, although I am, although slowly (again slowly) as patience is not one of my strengths, I still remind myself that I need it and to work on it, so yeah, when I will be 73, maybe I will have some more of it… and when the question “What will I need it for when I will be 73?”pops up the only answer I have, is:
“I really don’t know. But maybe, if someone will ask for my advice or opinion, I guess the word “patience” will still be part of the package and well, maybe I will have some wise words to say about it. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?”
Tell me what do you think about it. Have you ever wondered about your older self in the future? Do you wonder of your past when you were much younger and how things turned up for you?
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