When I was 16 I desperately wanted to be 18 in order to be able to get into a discotheque. Then I turned 18. At that time young women of the age of 21 seemed so cool and collected to me. So I wanted to be 21 then. When I reached that wanted age, I just enjoyed being 21. After that age, the wanting to be older than I was stopped. I had developped a certain contentment with my own self. Gladly this achievement has stayed ever since.
Despite this comforting state of mind, getting older physically is of course unevitable. As I stated before, age is just a number you exist on earth. However, each morning I am confronted with more and more grey hair and wrinkles in early stage. I find this interesting though; how human body evoluates. And how some people desperately try to cope with this or how some are fighting this in natural or plastic way.
I do wonder why we are commonly afraid of getting older. Is it the physical decay of it or the unknown of what might happen? Why don’t we just embrace it as it is. Afterall we can’t turn back the time, can we? I would not want to be 21-year-old Lorraine again. By that time I was still busy with my own soul searching. Now, here I am with a bunch of grey hair at both sides of my head, soft wrinkles around my (according to my daughter, most of the time puffy) eyes and yet comfortable with my shortcomings.
PS There are unwritten rules among women not to maintain long hair after 30. I can’t imagine myself without long hair. It is a part of my identity and I love it.
Picture by Jasmine