Inspired by a film entitled Are We There Yet, i pick this title as the second blog of my life. Are we old yet? It is a simple-silly-unimportant question for all of us (read : teenagers). The first and main reason is because we feel that we ar still young. We still have that baby-face, we still have that muscular-six-pack body or a spanish-guitar body, or we still have that we called as “The Spirit of Youth” (whatever), or any-youth-thing else.
How old is old?But the question is : what is the definition of being old? Do we have to wear a big-bottom-glass-glasses so we are old? Or losing our baby-skin? Or having grandchildrens so we are old? I can;t answer that for all of us. But let’s take a look from another side. When you were 6th years old - when everything you did is playing kites, marbles, or so on – what did you think when you met a 13th years old who bring some books all the time in their arms? You sure did think that they are old. The same thing happened when you grew to 13th and you met a college boy with a huge book in their pocket and laptop in their arms. So in while you are thinking other people are old, another people had just already thought that you are old. So, what is the indicator that we are old yer? Age? Not really by those facts. Physycal apperances? Not enough. Then what?
Young Among Old
I’m myself is 18 years old (19th by this february). I live among older people (i mean, really old) in my kost. They all are study in Strata Two and Three in Gadjah Mada University. I feel so young here. Because in my mind, they all are really old. I can play soccer everytime i want while they are sitting in their chair reading newspapers. I can turn on the TV and watch Spongebob Squarepants while the are concerning about Gayus Tambunan. But the thing is, i start to feel their sufferness. I start to know that i will (sooner or later) become one of them. I will - in that time of age – sitting in my favourite old chair watching another young people playing around my neck. And may be, regretting that i didn’t do enough in my youth life. 18 years regretness
I’m stilll 18 years old. I just already had my first semester as a college boy. May be this should be my golden age of life. But i dont think that way so much. Sometimes i laying my body on my bed and remembering all the time i passed from the earliest i could remember until now. I found my self regret about lots of things. I regret myself when i didn’t join my home-friends stole fresh watermelons in farmer’s gardens and got pursued. I regret myself when i didn’t say any thanks to my elementary teacher when i left that school. I regret myself when i didn’t learn how to play guitar since elementary of junior high. I regret myself when i didn’t smash my guitar to a punk-boy when i watched the girl i loved in Junior High got slapped by him. I regret myself when i didn’t defend my little brother when he was fighting with his school-enemy. I regret myself when i didn’t take care of my eyes by watching and playing PS all the time that make me have to wear glasses. I regret myself when i didn’t win lots of competitions. And thousands more that i regret in my 18 years old life as i remembered. And all the regrets is about “THINGS UNDONE”. Regret Makes Old
Forever Young
The last but not the least, in my point of view oldness come when there is a regret in your life. Do everything as much and as free as u can (with considering the consequences and the limitations). So you can grow old with thousands of stories to tell to your grandchildren. And at that time, there will be no regret in your life and you will stay young forever.
@JFSIREGAR
