As you grow older, wiser or not, you come to terms with a few facts of life. The most important one being, coming to realize that there will be things that you wouldn't be able to do/get, not now, not anytime soon, not ever. However, you choose to move on. As we attempted to be adults, back then, long, long time ago, didn't we all think that the universe had just one agenda – to make us happy and help us get whatever we wanted. Didn't we all? And then suddenly you are this adult, you always attempted to be; and you realize, universe is out there busy with something else or someone else, and you don't feature nowhere.
Facts I've learned to live with -
That I wouldn't be creating that Nike ad.
That I wouldn't backpack across Europe, without a care in the world. [nope that's not happening; I am too bothered about my maid coming on time and pettier matters]
That no amount of conditioner can get me silky straight hair.
That kids no longer call me didi, aunty it is. [and even if they would, their mean mothers wouldn't let them. Damn.]
That every cliché holds true.
That I am still trying to fit in. Somewhere.
Now, the good part about getting older -
I don't expect much. Hence, will not do much. [Hee heee]
I, for once in my life, know my priorities.
Being rude is okay. Perfectly okay. [I don't know what this has got to do with age, but somehow it does.]
The sense of urgency.