Getting Old
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I realized that... on this day, I’m getting
old, old, and old. I just wondering how I can survive and struggling. Everyhing
is different. Day by day, everythings changing. Nothings change and I’m afraid that I cannot control my self,
handle my life, then I just scattered with the wind. Blow up like summer breeze
and no one realized that I came and
passed around them.
I’m just afraid, everyhing will be going
worse and I can’t do anyhing except show gloomy face. I just thought that... my
life.. my age.. going so sudden. I thought I was five years old girl. Or, if I
want, I just baby. A little baby that so
fragile. I have to protected. People must around me to againts danger .But I’m
big girl right know – in early twenty years old. So old and so wasting time.
I have to protect my self and being
indepently. But, how come? Many peoples happy when they celebrate their
birthday. Getting old was so terrible for me. I’m afraid that I will live this
life with loneliness. I’m getting old alone. No one allowed me to enters they
life circle. And I’m not allowed them to get in to my life.
Getting old is so frightening. Its the time
when people gazing you with their statement (or judgment). I’m an adult right
know. Not half an adult again. Not a teenager again. Not a children again. I’m
adult! So it makes me wondering, wondering, and wondering. How to be an adult?
How to be a human? How be happy? How to avoid sadness? How to againts mad? How
to not hurt? How to not hate...?
In my age, I’m curious if I hurt many
people. So then, they will hate me. Well, being an adult is so complicates.
Everyone bublling about you. In behind you, they’re whispering about your life.
At the end, you just have to listening them and try to forget everything. Its
so exhausted when I always thought about “being an adult”. Its difficult for
me. I have to realize that an adult have to stand “alone” face everything by
yourself. And.. the most terrible is... face this mean world with my little
hand.
How come?
In the past, when I’m wondering about
getting old, I decided to not “getting old”. I want fused with time. Being a clock. I want to be the moments, the time. But
how can a little creature like me can do anything what I want? I can’t be
moments or time or everything that cannot getting old. I still human until
right now.
In fact, I wanted to be a breeze. Everyone
whispering about the life I've ever met. But I was an ordinary person who can
not be merged with time. But I still ordinary human being consumed by time.
Now, I'm more in doubt, whether humans are immortal as claimed by Sapardi? Time
is mortal, he said. I suddenly doubtful about the time and human - as well as
the rolling distance between them
*super big hug*
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