Time changes everything...

or at least it should if the normal maturing processes are in place and running. The sadness of age is the physical changes but its glory is perspective. Having just been around and living life has its own way of burning off the impurities, buffing the rough edges, and rubbing off the burrs. Youth is whiskey, straight from the still, age is bourbon charred with the ashes inside its barrel, the price of mellowing.

High school football captains grow gray, teenage beauty queens sag because gravity will not be denied. Whiz kids cannot escape time despite their calculations, and strong and weak change with the ebbs and flows of fate. Such is the nature of life and the only way to understand this is to live it with your eyes, heart, and soul wide open.

And its the way I wish things to be. No pining for a mythical yesterday. No pondering a still to be discovered future. Just alive and awake in this moment.

Of course I wouldn't mind my hair coming back but, oh well...