This was our show in the ’90s

There we were, the five of us.  Chatting non-stop, the ladies giggling like little girls, the sole gentleman sounding like the most adult of us all.

For a moment, time seemed to have stopped.  We traveled back and forth in time with our stories. We have gone through the ’80s, the ’90s and the present.

When you are with friends, you can talk about anything.  You can talk about everything.

On our annual (post) Christmas get-together last year, the topic of the night was mostly about making the most of your “every day.”  I guess as we age, we get to realize more the importance of knowing your priorities, as well as of doing things you have always dreamt of doing.  You get to realize how fast time flies and how you should grab each opportunity that is in front of you — opportunity that is connected to a dream you once had when you were very young.  Opportunity to live the life you want to live.  You only live once. #YOLO.

Last Friday, though, on our post Christmas get-together, the five of us touched on health issues seriously.  And when I say “touch on,” I basically mean we discussed and dissected whatever health topic that arose in the conversation.

One of the ladies in the group was hospitalized several days before Christmas and she shared with us her health issues, everything she went through.  What she had was a rare disease that strikes the nervous system.  At first, she said, she thought she was having a stroke.  Her whole body just started feeling numb.  It reached the point where as hard as she wills her hand to move, it just won’t.  Her arm falls limp.

She stayed in the hospital for about a week, was on round the clock IV and medication, her blood constantly being monitored.  Good thing she was able to go home and spend Christmas at home.

It was a scary episode.  As she was relaying her experience, I couldn’t help but think — “But we are not even that old yet!” Then came the realization that well, we are also not getting younger.  And I guess that’s something that we all have to accept.

Getting old is inevitable.


Needs eyeglasses

As we were checking out the restaurant’s menu, one friend said, “I won’t pretend… I’m practically blind. I can’t see these letters anymore.”  Then she stretched out her arms so she can read from afar.

Another friend kindly said, “Oh, you’re just far-sighted!”  Don’t we just love loyal friends?!

The lone guy pointed out how in a year’s time, our topics seemed to have matured — from “living your life,” now we were discussing “health issues.” #Healthiswealth.

Everybody heaved a collective sigh.

Then we all laughed.


I won’t attempt to hide my fear of getting old.  And my friends know this. Being the most vain of us all (I won’t even deny it. That is a fact that has long been established), my friends know that I am afraid of getting old and wrinkled.

Okay, so maybe that’s a bit shallow, compared to the sicknesses that we have been discussing.  But hey, we all have our own concerns 😉

But like I said, growing old is inevitable.  I guess we just have to be more aware of our physical bodies and take the utmost care.  Eat healthy, drink plenty water, find the best exercise for yourself… In my case, take stock of the most effective moisturizers and lotions that will fight the dreaded wrinkles.

I also believe that having a good disposition, being calm and at peace help in keeping and staying young.  You may get old but you don’t have to look like a hag.

But you know what? When you have really good friends — like the ones that I have — growing old together is not that bad.

Surely there will always be a memory to laugh at when you are with your oldest, dearest, truest friends.

#friendsforlife #myfriendsarecrazy #ilovemyfriends


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