As I Grow Older

Some people grow stiffer with age,
while others grow sharper.

Like them, I too have survived that way—
and arrived at the forty I only heard about.

Honestly, in most of my daily life
it still doesn't feel real.
But right now, I happen to be lucky enough to notice it,
so before these sensations grow dull, I want to plant a few wishes.

Please—
let me live as a flexible one.
Let me, with the innocence of a child, savor the flutter of these dazzling little coincidences.
Let me, without shrinking back, willingly throw myself fully into this new situation.
Let my days be about being Alive, not just to Survive.