AGE

I never really realized that I am getting old until these past couple of weeks. I went to work earlier than usual and met some OJT’s and since my regular schedule is night shift, it is uncommon for me to see them. I introduced myself and I got along with them easily.

As our conversation went along, what I realized was that even if I am only two years older than them, it seems that the things we talked about were on different dimensions. They shared stories about school and I about work. The weird thing was that even if I only graduated two years ago and only started to work for more than a year, I felt that I was a decade older than them. Especially so when they called me kuya, I said to myself that I am really getting old.

I am not so sure if that was because I wanted to be stuck in my student days that I didn’t want to get old or I just never noticed that time flies so fast. I know I am still young at age 22 but I never really imagined myself at this age before. I knew what I will be as a student even before I reached high school and college but I never had a clear idea of what I will be after that. Of course I had some thoughts but I was not so sure which of it will be the reality.

Now that I am already here, done with my school days and have a stable work, I’m still unsure of what lies ahead of me. That uncertainty, I think, is what holds me back from accepting the fact that I cannot stop at any stage of my life and examine the future before going there. Life will go on and before you know it, the future that you were once looking forward to come is already now and another future lies ahead.

At my age, I may not be as young as I wanted to be but surely I can enjoy this the way I enjoyed my previous years in life. Especially so that many consider my age as a peak of a person’s life, I want to be able to say when I’m 30 (if ever I’ll reach that age) that I am 30 but at least I enjoyed the years of my 20’s.