Now that I’m
older,
I know that fairy-tales aren’t real
and there are no such things as ‘charming princes’
and the ugly monsters, well, they aren’t so mean after all.
In fact, they can stand better than the arrogant prince charmings.
Now that I’m
older,
I know there is no such thing as wishing stars, just comets.
I know that fairies don’t exist,
and having an ‘imaginary friend’ is a sign of loneliness.
Now that I’m
older,
I know Peter Pan is not real
and that’s why he lives in ‘Neverland’
And Santa Claus is just a scheme of grownups to instill Christmas spirit on
young ones.
Now that I’m
older,
I can tell that aliens are just fantasies,
of lonely Earthians.
Now that I’m
older,
I know for a fact that kissing is not ‘gross’
and liking a boy is not a ‘mortal sin’
Now that I’m
older
I can call a crush-infatuation,
and love-frustration.
I can now tell the difference between love and drama.
Well, drama is…dramatic
but not chaotic.
But, love is…traumatic
and drastic.
Now that I’m
older,
I can read and write,
not stories and poems,
but bills and cheques.
Now that I’m
older,
I know ‘problems’ from a far,
he’s the uninvited guest who visits us when we least expect it,
a friend who is willing to share his all and stick by our side.
Now that I’m
older,
I know the difference between living ad surviving.,
dreading for a nightfall and wishing for a daybreak,
but still too weary for
another day.
Now that I’m
older,
I know the meaning of life.
It’s not about eating, drinking, enjoying and sleeping,
and not exactly being born, growing and dying.
Now that I’m
older….
Well, I’m older.