Way back when I was very young, I used to dream of things and begin each wish with “When I grow up…” It was also one of the questions way back then for essays, or for talent searches.
Because I am nearing middle age (almost there I guess), I now begin contemplating on what I want to be, and what I want to do when I grow old. I do not want to be popular, of course. It is very far from what I want. I just wanted to be a simple person who can be dependable still though advanced in age. I do not want to be as self-centered though they say this is one of those traits old people commonly have. I do not want to be as useless, who prefer to be idle even though there is still remaining strength to be of help. I do not want to be as cynical who seems not to realize that physical beauty does not last forever. I do not want to be as insensitive who hurls nasty comments to anything just to say anything.
I wish that I will be a ‘good’ old person so that the people around me will not wish me dead, or shout at me, or ignore me. I do not want to feel the indifference. I do not want to feel the cold shoulder.
It maybe inevitable to receive once in a while the uncaring attitude of some, or the lack of interest of another. But I hope and pray that someday, I will grow old happy and contented.