My mirror is very kind with me. Every day, when I get ready to start, my mirror says to me that I look great: well shaved, my hair combed and looking neat. But when I see a photo of me, definitely, I can see an old man.
Recently, I was listening to an interview where a woman was talking about being natural, aging naturally. I have seen people trying to cover up their aging process.
My wife decided, a couple of years ago, to stop dyeing her hair, because it was painful. Some were thinking that it was something shocking. How could she be that brave by looking like an “old lady”? She doesn’t look like that. She looks great!
Being old doesn’t mean you stop doing things. It doesn’t stop you looking for new projects, or the chance of learning. I may have a different rhythm, I may like different things.
I’m still living my time, because THIS is my time. I might remember “the old times”, but I am living, today, my time.
Biking the Path 