As the song slowly ended and the claps slowly faded, there we were again, brought upon the reality of the now.
Of our 30-and-40 something now.
"K, ito na talaga," I was moping at my close friend during lunch at Perfect Pint in Greenbelt 2.
"How old are you again?" K asked.
"37." I sadly replied.
"Hay honey, it is what it is."
And it is true.
It is a fact.
We have grown more mature. There is no other way to say it. Blunt and direct without euphemism.
Everyone ages. It is a fact.
But I feel... I still feel young.
Probably not the party-rara-boy I used to be. Nor the perky-happy-flirty guy I once was.
But truly, I still feel young despite me staying home most of the time.
I still feel young despite me sleeping up to 12 hours daily.
I still feel young despite me hating Party noises, which I absolutely loved before.
But then again, I see myself in the mirror. I see crow's feet and fine lines.
I feel deeply breathing when I exercise and taking a longer-than-usual pause.
And I feel exhausted after work even if work was not even stressful.
Yet I am thankful for I still get to celebrate these moments with friends I cherish and family I love/hate.
"It is, what it is," I softly mumbled.
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