growing-old-jokes

Wrote Gilda Cordero-Fernando in her Sunday PDI column:

“It isn’t one of my desires either to grow old contentedly rocking away in my soft comfortable chair. I still need to rock the boat, to dance up a storm, to venture into  project I’ve never tried, to fly!”

I want to clap my hands and beso-beso Ms. Gilda. That is one lovely aphorism I’d love to apply once I hit old age. Now where is that newspaper. I want to re-read the entire column but with the stack of papers inside this jungle that is my bed room, oh never mind.

Soul archaeology isn’t exactly your deeply-focused, super-scholarly, super-academic type of archaeology. Fernando, in this case, talks about the moulding of one’s unique personality as time goes by. How indeed? She said that it is more like a process or a stage by stage revelation and the shaping by your family, teachers, work environment, friends.

Assuming you found it out, how do you go about maintaining or protecting that unique personality of yours? I cannot say for sure. Perhaps I am still trying to figure out myself. Like I always say, I am a work in progress.