|With my Grandma|
I am browsing through my memories and their photos from decades ago. I've watched some of them growing old. My parents and grandparents, neighbours and relatives. But it still seems crazy to me how the old age can change someone, what it makes out of people.
How weak and wrinkled we become, how the white and grey hair become "the new look". All these are part of life, but somehow, even if I don't think that I'm immortal or anything, when I think about it, it sounds like a good joke. 😄
I find it hard to believe that one day, without even knowing, I will look in the mirror and see a little old granny.
It's insane how this works. Even if it's been a couple of years since I've started to notice a wrinkle or a white hair here and there. Obviously, it's happening. To me, to you, to all of us.
Getting old day by day can be scary if you think only about the physical changes. But it's also a gift to reach the old age and still have a young soul. Because, in the end, this is one of the most important thing: how you feel inside. And you might already know: age is nothing but a number. 😉