Time flies so fast I hardly notice that in 10 days I’ll be turnin’ 27. Wish I could be young again…
Cliche as it may sound though, aging is inevitable as change. And we cannnot freeze the time and trap in a bottle as much as we want to. I just wish I could’ve, should’ve spent my youth as wisely as I could.
I don’t wanna get sentimental about aging, getting old and adding a year to my age, but just can’t help wishing I could be young again. Like the adage, skinned knees are easier to heal than broken hearts, broken souls and broken dreams. For the scars of the hearts run deep.
I wish I could be young again..
to play in the rain;
to throw tantrums when I want to;
to giggle and laugh like silly;
to not mind what is going around me;
to commit the simplest mistake and when your mother nags at you, you can simply pout your lips as you mouth “sorry”, even if apology deemed insincere;
to not think of the future;
to not worry;
to cry like there’s no tomorrow when you didn’t get something you really want;
to not feel the pain when someone breaks your heart.
I miss the laughter, the innocence, the spontaniety, the mischief, everything. Life was so simple then.
I miss being young, I really do.
But I guess, age and the years don’t matter as long as you enjoy life. And I mean to enjoy it so I try to live a little each day. I try my darnest best to see the beauty in everything, to appreciate a little something in everyone, to be thankful with every blessing and find simple things to make me happy. After all, happiness is a choice and not a product of coincidences and consequences. So from hereon, I’ll choose to be HAPPY!
In 10 days, I’ll sing..
happy birthday, happy birthday
happy birthday, to me!”