A Wisp of Air

When I was a young child, my mom shared with me that time seems to accelerate the older we get. She told me I was trying to grow up too fast. I should enjoy my youth, as those days would disappear soon enough. There was no need to rush into adulthood. She further warned me to never poke fun of older people, because one day I too would be old. How I treated older adults would affect the treatment I would receive as I aged. As I grew older and entered the workforce, she warned me to take time to enjoy life. Work will always be there, but your loved ones will not. She also shared that you will know you have crossed a line towards your latter years when you find you are attending more funerals than weddings. One day, it will be just you. Your friends and most loved ones will be gone. You then will give thanks for each day as you rise, as life is just a wisp of air. Now, here I am, giving thanks for each day that I rise, and I ponder, where did the time go? I look at my face in the mirror and notice a new line on my face and the gradual greying of my hair. Some days I think about dyeing my hair. Perhaps it will make me look younger? Another part of me says I should just embrace the wisdom that is displayed by my greying locks. I cringe when I hear people close to my age or even older, poke fun of those who are now using the help of a walker or who take their time rising after sitting for a bit too long. <a href="https://medium.com/middle-pause/a-wisp-of-air-210963f0f989">Click Here</a>