My face is filled with visible damage and wrinkles. And I love every single one. Some days I feel like I remember earning each and every one. Lots of days I feel like I should have a million more.
Family. Friends. Pets. Neighbors. Coworkers. Retail clerks. Servers at restaurants. You name it.
Maybe, like the Japanese filling in cracks with gold, this is why these are called our Golden Years?
I want silver in my cracks. I don't wear gold.
ReplyDeleteThen silver you shall have! No messing with perfection!
DeleteI like this way of looking at our lines of time. I wish I had a better attitude about it.
ReplyDeleteThe best part of "attitude"?? You can change it tomorrow. Or the next day. It is what it is!
DeleteI'd rather fill mine in with Botox, but I hate needles. I have more cracks on the inside--in my heart, than I do ones that show. That may or may not be a good thing?
ReplyDeleteAs long as you are filling the cracks in your heart ....
DeleteI'm afraid of putting poison in my face too. Tattoo eyebrows was scary enough!
Now THAT's an interesting take on our thousands of small cuts!
ReplyDeleteWe might look like solid gold, you're saying???
DeleteLOL Exactly!
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