I am older. (or wiser?)

I am older.
Couple of years ago, every time I passed some boutiqe stores at Plaza Senayan, my mind was fulled of wishes and planning of getting one or two things from the stores. Remembering ones I knew who had such things, felt with envy and desire to have it also.
.........
Not that I deny those beautiful things, but last night when I went passing by the same stores, I could not stop thinking of ones I knew would use the same amount of price, for milk, motor cycle to go work, hospital for her daughter, rent for living, school fee, and could not stop couple of tears dropped.
And softly the sound in my heart wishpering, I was reminded and somehow challenged, to give hand to those in need, bigger than my spending on unuseful things.
Those beautiful fancy things still look pretty and calling my name, strangely it didnt take me 2 seconds to look away.
Then I realized,
Oh I am older.