21 at 21

Feb 17, 2008 (Sunday)
9:00 pm
Diory's room, #4 Aurora Hill, Baguio City

21 at 21

The twentieth of the second month of the year would be me my last day as a two decade old person. I'll be twenty one on the twenty first of the month. I'm experiencing new things, learning new stuffs and getting old.

I am getting old; but what does getting old mean?
I am undergoing aging; but what does becoming 21 at 21 mean?
And hey, could/would getting old make me a better me?

It is a mistake to equate growing with growing old. For the great sense of growing is not seen with mere process of aging. And when the end-result of aging devoids one of Eudaimonia, becoming an “old person” could never bring one to the authentication of his being.

And if the being of an “old person” is defined by his mundane commitment to the mundane routines of what they call the “real-world” - the world created by men so that they could easily forget -isms and focus on earning materially, becoming old devoids one of actually growing. Getting old in this sense devoids one of reaching Eudaimonia, Nirvana and/or Moksha.

Corollarily, I do not want to become one with the “old people” as I literally grow old. I want to grow, but not to grow old. I do not want to be eaten up by mundane activities, which would reduce me to a mediocre being. I do not want to be defined by this world or by anyone living in this mundane world. I do not want to stay in this worldly world.

I want to be me – the excellent me.
But wait, do I know me?