Forever Young
As we grow old we can't help but notice the effects on our bodies. Age is not kind. The young body is viewed as the ideal, the old body is the result of living life. It is like an old car. It is no longer shiny and beautiful, it doesn't run as well but while taking longer, it still gets you there. It is almost as if we are a product. When we are born we are wrapped in the cellophane of our mother's womb. We enter the world free from blemish, our minds have yet to be written and our bodies yet to be scarred. Like an annual growing from a seed we seem so free from declination. Our flower has yet to bloom and our seeds have yet to fall. When we do flower, in our minds we reach perfection. As a father I remember the day when my son scarred himself for the first time. The beautiful product once protected by plastic was no longer new. The problem with aging is that for many of us, our bodies change yet our minds never do. While we collect life experience and wisdo