The thing about growing old-er is that we mellow.
That or I have less space in my heart to hold grudges and be angry.
On a side note, planning a wedding is seriously time consuming.
I am officially the worst bride ever. Everybody's nightmare I guess.
Anyway I digress, back to having no grudges.
I have in the past two weeks picked up the phone and texted two people I have sworn never to speak to again. Asked them if they are ok, congratulated them on their promotions and their work and all they've done in their lives. One was surprised I contacted her and said "I thought you were still angers maximus?" the other was relieved I have finally decided to take the first step to speak to her.
What is it about growing old that leaves our hearts more open to accept flaws and shortcomings? I thought 6 months ago that as I grow older, I have less space to tolerate bad behaviour and crap friends. But as these 6 months slowly drifted by, I realised I am more open to accepting that we can never ever again be great friends, but we do not have to be enemies.
I guess growing older does ensure that we gain some wisdom and learn to finally let go. Of promises which will be broken and of people who will drift apart.
Maybe growing older is about learning that, we can only do so much but the most important thing is that we must try.
