After looking deep inside my heart and listening to my inner self these past few days, here are my thoughts and feelings about getting older.
I have always been very content looking at my face and noting that I don’t look my age and then getting on with my day without mulling over the passage of time and its impact on my physical appearance. And since people would always tell me that as well, I settled to that illusion for quite a while. But lately I have been noticing many changes in myself--how my skin is different from what it used to be. I have few brown spots on my face, certainly not like anything of those that used to make me fear getting OLD but rather they make me realize that change has come. The skin of my hands looks less than that of a lake on a placid summer afternoon, but more of some ripples of that same lake on a fall morning. I also seem to have developed an inability to remember names on a short-term basis; old friends aren’t a problem, but newly introduced ones … well, that’s another story.
It hasn't been easy. It is an exhilarating ride this thing called life. But I would not change the course of my life even if given a chance to do so. I am grateful for all I have been through because they’re my stepping stones to what I have become. I give thanks to God every moment for the many generous acts I've been blessed with in my life. He has given me precious gifts that I could ever have!