for you maam

i am 23 years old. able to read, write, and vandalize. in the family code, i could already marry without the exigency of procuring the consent of my parents, guardian, or any person who has legal authoruty over me (ART 2). in the civil code, i already have the legal capacity to encumber, alienate and enter into contracts.

i am 23 years old. not this is not about my rants on having "quarter life crisis" but rather an appeal to pity to those who do not look at me as such.

i am already 23 years old. able to read and write because you taught me how; able to start a family because you showed me the ideal set-up of one, but would not delve into one for the mean time because i know i could not raise one. i know about this because i am already 23 years old. i have started acting as an adult years ago, i guess its about time you treat me as one.

please let me have my own life. i am grateful for every ounce of affection and importance, but that does not mean i do not yearn to learn more from my own mistakes, see why things are forbiden as they are and learn why they say you could come at your own risk.

i have been encountering life day in day out. please let me enjoy it more. let me see how it feels to be in control of my own life, to say the things i want to say and not be admonished for it.

i have grown, and somehow we all must realize that. in as much as i respect you for being the sole reason of everything in me, please do respect my own desire to at least get a taste of how is it to be in own age.

you see i am no longer making any sense. and instead of studying for the next day's round of recitation, here i am writing this. i know this is the only way i could get my feelings acrossed. maybe not to you though, but at least the whole world is reading. i wish i could make you know that this is how grave i see myself, inutile.

you see i respect you, that is why i am writing this instead rather than letting you know my appeal. please let me taste a lil of life