Aging - Two Choices
It's New Year's Eve. A time for reflecting. As I was looking at the lines on my face and the marks of age in this light up mirror...I thought, "I get two choices here." • I could condemn, hate, be disgusted with this process of aging. Raging against the fates that steal away my youth. I could stick needles in my forehead and pull the skin up surgically. I could...pretend for awhile that it's not happening. • To what end I wonder? • As I look at my face, I could be tender...smiling at the lines that life has given me. The beautiful imperfections that amplify with each year. I could chuckle at gravity and be grateful for the grounding it offers. I could look lovingly at my familiar face, look deep into my own eyes and say, "Hey. You're alright. You're perfect as you are. I love you." • On this day, December 31, 2017...I'm going with the latter.