'Am I Getting Old' by Victor Hugo

 

𝗔𝗺 𝗜 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗢𝗹𝗱?

People say I’ve changed. They say I’ve grown quiet, distant… not the person I used to be. But I don’t think it’s age that’s changing me.

I think it’s wisdom.

I no longer live to make others happy. Now, I try to be kind to myself.

I’ve let go of things that hurt me—memories, people, and places that made me feel small.

Not out of anger, but because I deserve peace.

I don’t chase loud nights anymore.

I spend my late hours learning, dreaming, creating.

I’ve traded makeup for honesty, and empty smiles for real joy.

I don’t need a glass of wine to feel alive—I find comfort in quiet sips of coffee.

I stopped pretending life is perfect and started loving it just as it is.

It’s not age that slows me down.

It’s the wonder of seeing beauty in small things—a bird’s song, morning light, a kind word.

I wake up early now, not because I must, but because each day feels like a gift.

I stay silent more often, not because I have nothing to say, but because I now choose words that matter.

𝗡𝗼, 𝗜’𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗹𝗱.

𝗜’𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.

𝗜’𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗜’𝗺 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗜’𝗺 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲—𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁, 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.

~Victor Hugo