Wrinkles: Badges of Wisdom or Death Sentence?
Is society right, or are we wasting our golden years?
Aging.
A word that seems to carry the weight of the world in its two syllables. A word that makes many of us tremble, evoking images of gray hair, wrinkled skin, and bodies that no longer respond as they once did.
But are we seeing only half the story?
Sitting here in the backyard of life, we observe the flowers we planted decades ago. Some have withered, true, but others bloom with a beauty that only time can bring. Aren’t we like that too?
Society tells us that aging is the end of the line. That we’ve reached our expiration date, as if we were yogurts in a supermarket. But who decided this? Who wrote these absurd rules?
We remember when we were young, running from one place to another, always in a hurry, always anxious.
Life was a roller coaster of emotions, of dizzying highs and lows. Now?
Now we feel like a calm lake on a summer morning. Serene. At peace.
But let’s not kid ourselves. This peace didn’t come without a fight. Every wrinkle on our face tells a story.