From the time we are born the aging process begins. It's insidious, persistent and with the first sign of wrinkles- the race is on. Some may age more gracefully, but others, like myself, try every potion known to man-kind in hopes of finding that magic elixir, that cure, that will make those old crows feet hop right off of our faces. I'll feel sure that some new potion worked, but on closer examination the mirror will say not so!
My mom often thought my relentlessness concerning wrinkles was funny, she'd say "We are what God meant us to be" in other words let the wrinkles come on and the white hair with it. I've never listened to that advice though, hence the money out the window for magic wrinkle cures and the fried hair from all the years of hair color.
I often regret the years I did not listen to mom about putting on moisturizer, but every young person-including the one that I was at one time- scoffs at the possibility of wrinkles and getting old. Of course there are many things that go along with aging but I'll not get into that too much. Why bring myself down talking about what gravity does to the old body? Who wants to hear that our chests and rears will someday be dragging the ground at the same time? Or that on the day we get our new dentures our hearing might go out and we won't hear how much the dentures will cost us?
Of course not all things that involve aging have bad connotations that go along with it. One good thing about aging is that- those such as myself- you can always be relied on to give good advice, and I always seem to have an extra buck lying around. I'm also known to be reliable, and wise beyond my years, and I always seem to have all the answers, of course, I am not going to tell the unenlightened that that is not so, if I have to have wrinkles at least let me be wise in my old age.
So I guess I've come to the conclusion then that aging is an endless struggle that even the youngest and the strongest -must face- at some point in their lives. Can we fight this evil, these wrinkles, this defeater of our own bodies? No, we cannot. But we can age gracefully-carrying our endless magic potions for our face around- and try to find a peace of mind through meditation and loving the person that we all some day will become.
So each and every one of us is as my mom said "Older but like a fine wine, better with time." So lets raise a glass in toast to each new wrinkle. Raise that glass up now...You will not defeat us oh mighty wrinkles, we will laugh in your face-not too much though- wrinkles there,and as we each raise up that glass, feel ourselves becoming finer, finer like a wine- with time.