06/21/2024
AGING...
They said aging means growing distant, sad, and lonely.
But I didn't respond.
I'm not growing old, I'm growing wise.
I've stopped conforming to others' expectations and started embracing who I truly am.
I've stopped seeking approval from others and accepted myself.
I've abandoned the deceptive mirrors that distort reality mercilessly.
No, I'm not aging.
I'm becoming more discerning about places, people, customs, and ideologies.
I've let go of attachments, unnecessary pain, toxic relationships, and bitter hearts.
I refuse bitterness and unhappiness for the sake of my well-being.
I'm trading late-night parties for learning and embracing moments of insomnia.
I've stopped merely living stories and started writing my own, rejecting imposed stereotypes.
No longer do I carry eyeshadow in my bag; now I carry books that enrich my mind.
I've swapped wine glasses for coffee cups, abandoning idealized notions of life to fully experience it.
No, I'm not aging.
I carry freshness in my soul and innocence in my heart, rediscovering myself daily.
I hold the tenderness of a cocoon in my hands, ready to spread its wings to places unreachable by those chasing material frivolities.
A smile graces my face when I witness the simplicity of nature.
The birds' songs accompany me on my walks, delighting my ears.
No, I'm not aging.
I'm becoming selective, investing my time in the intangible, rewriting the story I've been told.
I rediscover forgotten worlds, saving old books half-opened.
I'm growing cautious, avoiding outbursts that offer no lesson.
I'm learning to engage in meaningful conversations, cultivating knowledge, sowing ideals, and shaping my destiny.
No, I'm not aging.
I'm beginning to live as my true self.
~Bianka Luz-
Amazing Things