This is just for fun GETTING OLD? – You’re getting old they told me you’ve stopped being you, you’re getting bitter and lonely? *No, I answered; I’m not getting old, I’m getting wise* I have ceased to be what others like me to become and what I like to be, I have stopped seeking the acceptance of others to accept myself, I have left behind me the lying mirrors that deceive mercilessly. No, I’m not getting old, I’m becoming assertive, selective of places, people, customs and ideologies. I have let go of attachments, unnecessary pains, people, souls, and hearts, it’s not for bitterness it’s simply for health. I left the party nights because of learning insomnia, I stopped living stories and began to write them, I put aside the imposed stereotypes, I stopped using makeup to hide my wounds, now I carry a book that beautifies my mind. I exchanged the wine glasses for coffee cups, I forgot to idealize life and began to live it “No, I’m not getting old” I have freshness in my soul and in my heart the innocence of the one who is discovered every day. I have in my hands the tenderness of a cocoon that when it opens will expand its wings to other unreachable places for those who only seek the frivolity of the material* I have on my face the smile that escapes mischievously when observing the simplicity of nature, I carry in my ears the chirping of the birds brightening my walk. No, I’m not getting old, I’m becoming selective, betting my time on the intangible, rewriting the story they once told me, rediscovering worlds, rescuing those old books that I had forgotten half pages. – I am becoming more prudent, I have left the outbursts that teach nothing, I am learning to talk about transcendent things, I am learning to cultivate knowledge, I am sowing ideals and forging my destiny. No, it’s not that I’m getting old because I’m sleeping early on Saturdays, it’s that also on Sundays you have to wake up early, enjoy coffee without haste and calmly read a book of poems. It is not because of old age that you walk slowly, it is to observe the clumsiness of those who are in a hurry and stumble upon discontent. It’s not because of old age, so sometimes you keep silent, it’s simply because you don’t have to echo every word. No, I’m not getting old, I’m starting to live what really interests me. ~Victor Hugo Artist: Unknown @journey of life
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