With age, came wisdom. Not a general idea, for I have met quite a handful of people who are far from wise even though they're old. I thought when my age is reaching a certain number, it's easier to define myself. Don't get me wrong, I love what I am right now. I wouldn't turn back time to my twenties even if I can. Okay, maybe sometimes to have the energy or to act irresponsibly, but no, thank you for most of the time. I've been blessed with a life that's not at all easy but almost always has a way out from every predicament. I've been blessed with a family who always knew how to make me laugh every time I need it the most. I've been blessed with friends who are always there for me although they're not necessarily physically close to me.

But what am I now?

For I am more patient now than ever, yet I cannot tolerate certain things at all.
I still lie, but I never pretend to be someone I'm not.
I love my child so much but not necessarily love children in general.
I forgive more easily but never forget.
I am more realistic borderline cynic but I'm dreaming bigger than ever.
I am bulletproof although sometimes I cannot sleep mulling about what someone said or did to me years ago.
I am friendlier and colder at same time, although not to the same people.
I am more grateful, yet at the back of my mind I still think that I took certain things for granted.