One thing we will never be able to get away from is the withering of time and the inevitable end, time continuing to march on as it did long before us and as it will long after we’re gone. The thing about, is that we never come into the world or leave it in our prime, if we’re lucky and that should be the focal point of how we age. The wrinkles add up to more than skin and we are all more than blessed if we make it past our prime and have the luxury of growing old, white or bald. People think that getting old is a cruel joke, knowing that we appreciate things more and cherish what we have as we grow wiser. Is it the growing end, that makes us see the value in things we would have otherwise taken for granted? Maybe it’s the experiences that we’ve had and relationships we’ve made that show us what’s really important. How about that friend that died way too early or the close call that showed you just how fragile and mortal you are? In the end, it really doesn’t matter what gets you there if you’re lucky enough to figure it out and understand what life has to give and what we are lucky enough to value as ours. When people ask how I’m doing, the same thing pops into my head over and over, I’m doing great because I was lucky enough to have another day on this side of the dirt. Seems like a copout answer but that is how I really feel after my life experiences and life I’ve built around me. Insulate yourself with what’s important and you will see that aging is a gift, and a withering rose is still a rose. You may not be able to do all the things you once thrived at but you can look back at those memories and smile at how rich you were to have lived the life you had and look forward to the life you’ve grown to appreciate.
