I Think With Age And Experience Comes Wisdom
When I was younger I used to look at the elderly as wealth of stories about days long before I was born, and I always appreciated them for that. But I also found it sad and maybe even a little bit scary that all that youth and energy and beauty can be replaced by white hair and wrinkles and blue veined hands. Now that I'm not so young anymore I still see the elderly as a wealth of stories and knowledge. But in those wrinkles and white hair I no longer see a shell of what was, I see a [i]life[/i]. A whole life full of experiences and happiness and tragedies and Christmases full of hugs and summers at the shore, some things best forgotten and others not to be forgotten for all the money in the world. An entire life is written on those wrinkles and it's a truly beautiful thing. Never something anyone should hide or be ashamed of.