Each day that passes I get older and would look uglier of course. Gone are the days when moisturizers are inexistent from my list of must-haves. The natural glow that comes from being young has been replaced by dryness.
The beauty in youth is now covered with corrugated lines. But these are not just segments that form on my face. Each narrow crease represents crossroads, milestones, challenges, achievements, failures, experiences, happiness. Lines are boundaries too. I have been blessed to reach the boundary that separates the young and the old.
More lines are drawn each day and I just hope they bring with them wisdom and a deeper sense of spirituality and contentment.
