18 Til I Die

I don’t know why I think about mushy stuff as crap now.  Maybe because I no longer see the world through pink-tinted glasses.  I’m already past my seventeen phase, that part when I longed to walk through solitary roads with somebody and sighing every so often.  Still, I wouldn’t mind going through those sighing walks again.

Perhaps I’m growing old. 

I really want that statement to sound real, I really do, but I couldn’t convince myself that I am.  Maybe there’s a gray hair thrown in there somewhere, but that’s about it.  I believe that youth is not measured by years, but by the freshness of one’s views and how one looks at the world, albeit through tired eyes.  My eyes may be marred by strained arteries, but they still see the dews in every blade of morning grass.  I still get excited over the smell of Purefoods corned beef and runny sunny side ups.  I still couldn’t help but get all jellied up when I watch those first love, first kiss movies crap (just not them tagalog movies puhleease). 

I had a friend who got married recently.  During the reception, his father gave a speech quoting a phrase in the bible (aimed directly at his son) that said “when I became a man, I let go of my childish ways”.  It was ironic that he would quote that, seeing that the wedding cake was surrounded by his son’s robots.  The entourage also brandished plastic swords.  As far as I know, that ceremony was like a permission for the newlyweds to play house.  I doubt if my friend will ever grow old.  He may have children in the future, but I think he will never outgrow his childhood.  He will remain a kid all his life.

I’m not like him though, I’ve outgrown my childishness; although we are not that far off in our evolution.  You see, as for myself, I will remain a teenager all my life, no matter how advanced in years I’ll become.