Age and wisdom are enticing prospects. Many fritter their time away on gels, lasers and all manners of pseudo-science in a desperate attempt to slow the wear of time; the inevitable approach of death.
I've sat patiently. I've awaited the day my wisdom and superior experience will be so great as to be evident in the deep creases in my face and hands. If only I were able to grow a great, grizzly beard of Tolstoy-esque proportions to complement my dying eyes and deaf ears!
Yet there are many benefits of youth, particularly when it is a product of nature rather than silicone and science. I have my soft skin and sharp eyes. And my mind is still (relatively) empty and waiting to be filled. While many of my seniors find trouble in simple movements, contorting my limbs into all manners of foreign twists and turns still proves an effortless task.
I like this, a lot. Just letting you know.
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