I don't want to be young again. I don't mourn my youth. I have earned my years and I don't have the least desire to relive them.
What I want is to be old. I want to live to be really, really old. I want to live to be well over a hundred. And I want to make each of those years as I have made each of these; worth it. Memorable. Different.
So many people fear aging. They fear lines in their faces and the changes that come to their bodies. Sure I wish I looked the same somewhat as when I was eighteen, but if it means that I have to trade the woman I am now simply to look again like the girl I was-I choose not to. I choose to be just who I am-imperfections and all.
Companies spend millions of dollars trying to sell us the thought if we only looked younger, thinner, had more hair on our heads and the libido of a stallion that we would all be happy, happy, happy. So many of us actually believe that and buy into the hype. We try to recapture what we think we may have lostRead More »from User Post: Let Me Be Old