AT MID AGE

October 14 ^{t h}  simply celebrated my 39^th birthday (hehehe)  with an icecream toss that foamed to coke floats, etc… One year more would be the age when I will begin life at!??? Haha..

Anyway, I realized that I’m now at what most call the “middle age.” It is the age of crisis of all sorts that I still cannot comprehend and for which of course I don’t want to entertain. I heard lots of stories about mid-life or mid-age for which the word “crisis” commonly tagged along so that mostly were disasters! My life though is full of disasters ever since I knew how to distinguish colors, recite my alphabets and count my fingers! (wehehehey…)

I found myself currently working in a place with about 90% who are at present in their golden and yellow diamond years. In less than 7 years from now almost all of them would be retiring from work.  Daily, I would always hear varieties of stories from them like the simple household chores, children and grandchildren, great achievements, the color of the hair, the softness of the skin, PMS, the need to wear eyeglasses, forgetfulness, rheumatism, blood pressure and all sorts of ailments. This includes stories about non-sense things that would sometimes unpredictably break into irritations and “war” inside the workplace.

Sometimes I do wonder if right now I can sense some of the common ailments that most of them and most people feel upon reaching 40. Or I may just be ignoring the truths of those senses. Well, my hair is still black. I can still run as fast as I can. I can still laugh at the top of my lungs. I can still go mountain climbing. My teeth are still intact and complete. I don’t frequently complain of joint aches, etc.. I still don’t need eyeglasses and I’m not yet a “walking pharmacy.” (lol)…

Of course I won’t deny that I do observe changes in my body. How about my memory? Do I frequently forget simple things that I do? Maybe. Is my skin still tight? It’s beginning to sag. I now also wear a “salbabida” haha… I hope I won’t look like a squash after a decade…I now grow freckles and little black spots on my face, hands and legs. My cheekbones are beginning to pop out…iiiiwwww!

And, of course we are just mortal beings so that at 39 or 40, the body has naturally completed the needed turns that it must have undergone and thus has to start another turn for another physical progress. It is a fact that physiologically and biochemically, the body deteriorates in age prompting it to feel several ailments that sometimes shove others to become either nerds or absurd.

Nobody in this planet has ever yet found the fountain of youth except for Benjamin Button!