Truth is...I'm getting older. And I don't like it very much.
Sure, laugh lines are a sign of joy, and a life well lived. Y'a y'a. I know.
I'm o.k with that. I'm comfortable in my own skin most of the time. That is until I look into the mirror and see the wrinkles. I wonder where all the years went. Who is this person staring back at me? and why....oh why did I WASTE so many years hating what I saw. Too bad it took me until the wrinkles starting coming to be comfortable with who I am.
Sad part is when I'm 60, and have even more reason to wonder who that person is staring back at me in the mirror...I'll look back on today and wonder why I'm wasting my time caring so much.
4 comments:
So true, so true! :)
Actually, you will be glad you gave it some thought when you were young. Hey - when you're 60, you'll probably just be able to take a collagen pill or something, and your face will be young and wrinkle-free. . . .
Hey, I'm about to turn 60 but I like what I see in the mirror. As long as its from the neck up.
What worries me is what I can't see anymore.
Dad
pills would be great...I'm just hoping that I learn to accept the changes
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