AGING

I noticed some signs of aging when I looked in the mirror today. What I used to consider cute laugh lines are now prominent. My face has lost a bit of firmness and my eyelids appeared more deep-set than before. Now If I were 23, I would have sliced my wrist already. But you know what, I just shrugged it off! What else could I do? Absolutely nothing. I can't stop time, nor would I want to anyway. I just think that time is the meanest joke God plays on every single one of us. It's true! Show me anyone older than 40 who is (honestly) satisfied with what their faces and bodies have become. I don't think you can. Don't get me wrong, I'd be lying if I told you that this isn't making me sad. It is. But I realize that the sooner I concede the faster I can get on with my life. I don't want to dwell on this boring issue too long. I'll just accept it for what it is... face it... deal with it... do something about it... or live with it...? After all, no one is exempt from it. -SZ