This came to me today on Facebook:
AGING....
You
grow old, they told me, you are no longer you, you become distant, sad and
lonely.
I
didn't answer...
I
don't get old, I get wise.
I
stopped being what others like me to become, but what I like to be.
I
stopped seeking the acceptance of others and accepted myself.
I have
left behind the lying mirrors that deceive mercilessly.
- No,
I'm not getting old.
I just
become more selective with places, people, customs and ideologies.
I have
let go of attachments, unnecessary pain, toxic people, sick souls and rotten
hearts... bitterness and unhappiness are not for me, I release them for my
health.
I'm
ditching party nights for learning and embracing insomnia.
I
stopped living stories and started writing them, I threw aside the imposed
stereotypes.
I no
longer carry eyeshadow in my bag, now I have a book that beautifies my mind.
I
exchanged wine glasses for coffee cups, forgot to idealize life and started
living it.
- No,
I'm not getting old.
I
carry freshness in my soul, innocence in my heart, and it discovers me daily.
I have
in my hands the tenderness of a cocoon that, when opened, will spread its wings
to other places unreachable for those who seek only the frivolity of the
material.
I have
that charming smile on my face when I observe the simplicity of nature.
I
carry in my ears the chirping of the birds that delight me and accompany the
walk.
- No,
I'm not getting old.
I
become selective, betting my time on the intangible, rewriting the story I've
been told, rediscovering worlds, saving those old books I've forgotten half
open.
I'm
becoming more cautious, I've stopped the outbursts that teach me nothing, I'm
learning to talk about transcendent things, I'm learning to cultivate
knowledge, plant ideals and falsify my destiny.
- No,
I'm not getting old.
I
begin to live who I really am........
Bianka Luz
artist" Catrine Weitz-Stein
artist: Jen Norton
Didi and Gogo - I each "Waiting for Godot" in my Modernity class.
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