As a child, I was at once fascinated and repelled by old people. Their wrinkly rough faces were so different from smooth glowing cheeks. They smelled of sour milk or heavy perfume. An old smell. They couldn’t move as quickly as I could. They ran out of energy. They hated noise. Their future held only sickness and death. I swore I would never grow old.
At this unique moment in my adult life. I take the opportunity to look at both the past and the future with clear vision. As I look back at my child self, I respect the feelings I had then. Yet I see them for what they are: the perceptions of a child made through the distorted lens of childhood. As I look forward to my aged self, I respect the self I will become, the self who unashamedly wears the scares and signs of having lived a full life.
At this moment I love and respect all of what I was, am and will be. We are joined forever in a warm, loving embrace.
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