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Goin' Gray

“Never ask a woman her age”, a cliché. It has undertones of humor, respect, privacy, secrecy and nonchalance. Same goes with that line in a shampoo TVC “…30-something na”, or the quote “Age is just a matter of mind; if you don’t mind it doesn’t matter”.

Growing “old”, may be an honor at this time of restlessness, instant-everything, and cutthroat life we have. Instead of aimlessly drifting away from one’s real purpose of being, this rite of passage could be a welcome treat. Of course, (without undergoing cosmetic “repair”) with age come the tiny wrinkles at the eyes’ corners, the eye bags, the permanent line between the brows, the laugh lines are turning into deep jowl lines, the sagging cheekbones, the double chin – all are proofs of having lived a life that’s full while continuing the process of learning regardless of pain or disappointment along the way.

Fears are now better handled. Pieces of the puzzle are fitting in together. Standing up for convictions is always a fun way of showing spunk. A lot of options are there for the taking. Real friendships and relationships are established. There is always a sense of discovery that anything is possible through hard work and daily affirmation. Life could be like sharing a cup of coffee with a special person, maybe even compared to taking a walk in the park on a rainy afternoon, or taking that last bite of chocolate chip cookie.

Love can be a welcome treat, or an absent ingredient. As one of the basic human emotions, love could be the be-all and end-all of existence, or not. Love will always be love – with its razor sharp cuts, bruises and beatings. Love, although it’s always meant to be shared, can also be selfish, egoistic, demeaning, insulting, stupid, cold, empty, or dead. But love, glorious love, can be perfect or almost perfect. Unless, something or someone better, comes along.

My take on this: Acceptance. Wisdom, they say is part of growing “old”. It builds character, strength, patience, and a certain aura of authority. It could even be fun and challenging. And it’s not really a bad thing.

Anlamig!!!

February days and nights have been really cold now. Give me overcast skies, rain showers, no heat wave, seemingly absent sunshine, even gloomy days – I love it! Just perfect for reminiscing, psyching up one’s self, lazing around, being praning doing nothing, dreaming out loud every unspoken thought and one-sided feelings.

But then, I’m not sure if that’s always a good thing since the cold spell could also mean a very hot summer. Yeah, and that could be a drag for all those who can’t take too much summer heat – dehydration, fainting, headaches, dizziness, all the sweaty stuff. Sweat is the body’s way of releasing toxins, impurities and it gives a sense of comfort, relief even. But then, to minimize the risk of drying out, hehe, do take in lots of water (it’s cheap and readily available). Or if you want, guzzle up fruit-flavored drinks, smoothies, power juices, anything that’s cold and thirst-quenching. A bit of health benefits should always be taken in consideration.

I’m not really a fan of summertime and the heat it brings…but then, I’m now really getting affected by the cold spell. It’s just too much for a “gloomy day person” like me. I miss the sun as it slowly peeks above the horizon, the smell of sun-drenched air, the play of lighted shadows across my window and the general good effects of vitamin D.

Summer is still days away. The Day of Hearts is now a memory. Today is here…and it’s still freakin’ cold!