“Age is just a number”, we say. It would have been better if people like me actually meant it, but I bet they keep tracking on every turns – even when nobody is paying attention. I know I do.
This afternoon, I was wandering around one beautiful city in far north of the wonderland. Distracted with the exciting new world around me, pressing buttons and making sounds as if I were five. Laughing, running around until I ran out of all the energy, and confused when people making such an irrational decision on their part while saying things such as, “it is part of growing up”. But, is it though?
In such a big world where places are still left to be explored, times remain to be relative, and possibilities are endless, I would like to believe that whatever the future holds for me is somewhere near to be found. Sitting by, tightly, patiently, but happily, just a few turns before me. Sometime missed, but I will still be running and making my turns towards it. Sometimes late, but that’s okay traffic is crazy these days and nobody expected us to make it all the time.
Barely understand what it means to be a grown up like the other, I choose not to be one for as long as I can, because despite of the number, everything else I wrote eleven years ago still holds true to this day.
So, for the moment, let me continue to keep that little girl alive and if any of you are leaving, be sure to close that door tightly when you do.
The Loudest Backyard 