And a 100 shades of white in my hair.
Yes - I have come of age. I’m wearing my battle-scars pretty proudly these days. I guess I should dye my hair but somehow they make me marvel at all I’ve gone through in life. Am I being foolish? Pray - do tell.
It’s not hereditary in my family to go white so soon. I think I must have mastered a lot of stress and unimaginable anxiety to have so many white hair. You see, by nature I am a highly strung individual. Perhaps that’s why Ms. White has paid me a visit albeit uninvited and has graciously marked her stamp on me.
I could be melancholic at this change of colour on my head and under my eyes. Yet I choose to be confident. I choose not to be misty-eyed. I choose to be proud of how far I’ve come along in this world. I choose to take it in my stride. It’s not an award of unparalleled valour in the battleground that is life; yet for me it has come to symbolise learning, growth and righteous ageing through all the phases of life - my life as only I know it.
We get wrinkles, blotches, saggy skin, freckles and what have you - over time. What we choose to do with them is our own decision. I’m not propagating cosmetic changes here folks - I’m actually endorsing an attitude re-haul. Look at it as a manifestation of who you have become. You have stoically weathered through time and should celebrate being engagingly alive. To accept who are today; at this very time; is the greatest gift of all. Thank Him for letting you live another day with another white hair on your head and a deeper dark circle under your eye.
Don’t conceal who you truly are. Relish the stage in life you are in. Make this stage your comrade-in-arms. Don’t fight it. Embrace the changes your body is making. Together; you’re an amalgamation of wondrous experience. Good or bad - it is solely yours and with it you can reach the stars.
Believe in yourself and who you have become.
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