Age- the scary monster...
There are many beauty products on the shelves promising instant facelift, tightening of pores, smoothening out wrinkles... And that B thing that fills up the ceases, restoring your youth...
Yet, there is nothing that can truly alter our biological degeneration...
Just last week, I did what I wld normally do and pick up my papers to read after not being able to go back to sleep...
That was a huge, HUGE mistake...
I realised the words were a fuzzy lump... The closer I moved the papers, the fuzzier they got...
When I moved the papers further away from my nose, OMG! Crystal sharp vision!
It was a very hard fact to stomach.
Whatever tinge of sleepiness was completely replaced by panic and forlorn...
I lay awake, in quiet solitude and pondered...
Age... A scary monster.
In the beginning of my life's journey, I could not wait to embrace it more! I wanted to grow up faster, so that I could join my siblings in whatever activities they were allowed, for I dreaded those YOU-ARE-TOO-YOUNGs from my parents each time I asked for their permission to go to the movies with them or to sit at the table with them...
In my teenage years, I wanted to grow up fast enough to hit the age limit to party, take my driving licence... To be cool...
Slowly, as I stepped into adulthood, very selectively, I wished time would stand still...
Then came the kids...
I wished they would/could grow up faster/slower at different phased under different circumstances...
Now, the imperative...