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Wednesday, February 3, 2010
DAY 63 - RITE OF PASSAGE
You can be a 100 years old and still be 10 in your mind. However, the physical body ages. It is inevitable.
Physical signs of aging are some of the most poignant or traumatic signs that one encounters during one's lifetime.
More than the gray hair (which you can color) it is the wrinkles that announce the advanced years loud and clear. And it is this that many find difficult to deal with.(Not many are willing to make friends with botox and the surgeon's scalpel for various reasons -lack of money, fear, lack of motivation or if you are me you would be just plain lazy)
A few crows feet is acceptable. When your face crinkles up ever so lightly here and there when you smile, it is still bearable. But when wrinkles become prominent, when they are there all the time, when you wake up and when you go to bed, when you talk, smile and cry -that's when it rattles you a wee bit, till you make peace with it.
I have seen graceful ladies, who are not one bit vain, stop and stare at their wrinkled hands or face, as if it belonged to somebody else. Just for a minute I see sadness in their eyes, yearning for something gone by. For a moment in time they are unable to make the connection between themselves and the wrinkled body of themselves. I have seen it happen.
No matter, how hard I try I am unable to get under their skin and feel what they feel. I think I will understand what these ladies feel only when I reach their age and have wrinkles of my own.
All I know is that it is definitely a rite of passage - that takes you to the next level in life. And like all interesting journeys you are excited about what's ahead yet sad to leave.
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