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Age with Beauty

Updated: Jan 19, 2020

I found a baby white hair yesterday and opted not to pluck it out. As I created bouncing curls for today’s hair style I see another that grew full length. Again, I opted not to pluck it out. I am twenty-eight years young and have two gray hairs.

Why should I regard them as ugliness?

Why can’t I give them a definition of beauty?

Why can’t I give them definition of wisdom?

Why can’t I claim them as mine and be not ashamed?

Oh the pressure society has placed on us to be young and beautiful. Lately I have been hearing my peers talk about the “dreadful” subject of “getting old.” It’s quite interesting the fear that radiates from the words they speak.

Life passes us by in a blink of an eye. My father met Muhammad Ali and gave him once piece of advice. “Enjoy life, it goes faster than you think.”

I hear them talk, men, women, and strangers about this tragic event that happens in life and I honestly don’t agree. Let me give you a little bit of my perspective. Too many people I’ve known never made it to 18, 21, 30, 60, or 90. Every year of life is a blessing whether your old or young. Life has different phases each beautiful in their own way.

I want to enjoy each phase.

I want to embrace every single age, every single moment, and every single breath.

So as my grey hair continues to grow I will continue to grow with it, in wisdom, in memories and in love.

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