14th November, 2014. 5:38pm
NaBloPoMo, Friday, November 14
Do you enjoy growing old or do you fight against it?
Why is it that when we were little kids, we were hurrying to grow up but when we finally reach the adult stage, we then get addicted to looking young again? Does that mean that, if a vampire or a witch came up to you and told you he’ll give you the ability to stay forever young, you’d say yes?
I’d say… NO THANKS. I’d rather embrace old age with open arms.
I mean, sure, growing old is somewhat scary because we all know that every day is one step closer to our grave, but why are some people so scared of aging? Ever since I entered adulthood, I was never concerned about getting old. I never lie about my age. I love that I don’t look my age. *Well, that’s some people’s problem, girl; looking old. Yeah, yeah, but why go under the knife or be so freaking vain just to “look young?”
A few weeks ago, my Dad asked my sister to look for a shampoo or anything that could fix his hair condition because he got allergic to the last hair color he bought. I didn’t say anything, but I just really want to smack him in the head. His hair wasn’t even gray yet! He doesn’t even look 58 years old! Why is he so vain about getting a few gray hairs? I rolled my eyes and silently sniggered when he wasn’t looking.
I know that not every one of us has a great gene pool like some celebrities who are aging gracefully (Meryl Streep, Ming-Na Wen, George Clooney, Robert Downey Jr., Helen Mirren or Tina Fey, anyone?), but don’t you want to welcome the old age looking like yourself without having Science alter what God gave you? I certainly do.