I Want to Have Wrinkles and Gray Hair When I get Old Do you like being old? asked a bright-eyed, smiling teenage girl in the market one day. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into the deep grooves of my face. So many have I seen, who never REALLY laughed, and so many have passed away before their hair could ever even turn silver... or white. I would never trade my precious memories, my amazing friends, my wonderful life, or my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I have aged, Ive become less critical of myself and kinder to myself. Ive become my own friend. I dont chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko for the back patio that I didnt need. I am entitled to a treat now and then... to be messy as fits the occasion... and to be extravagant whenever... I can... afford it! I have seen far too many dear friends leave this world way too soon; long before they got any wrinkles, or understood the great freedom that eventually comes with aging. Besides... whose business is it if I choose to lay in my un-made bed and read all afternoon... or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon the next day? Oh, I know I am sometimes forgetful, but then again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And besides... I eventually remember the important things. I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of yester-year, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a long, lost love... I will! Over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebodys beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength... and understanding... and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect... or of being loved completely. I will stroll the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose, despite the pitying glances from youthful eyes on the beach getting sun burned... I mean... uh... tanned. They, too, will get old... and wrinkled... very soon. As I get older, it is much easier to be positive. I genuinely care less about what other people think of me and yet seem to care more about peoples real feelings at the same time. I dont question myself... much... anymore. I have even earned the right to bewrong. Youll understand that one when the time comes. So, to answer your question... I do like being old? YES... it has set me free!!! I like the person I have become. I realize that I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste anymore time lamenting about what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day... (if I feel like it) ~ Author Unknown ---SURPRISE CONCERT by THE PIANO GUYS: https://youtube/watch?v=tyPDQpel8bI
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 22:30:06 +0000
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