|Me. 1987. Kill Devil Hills, NC|
Ah. Youth. We take it for granted because we think that somehow we're going to be the one to hold on to it. We look at our elders, feeling pity for their gray hair and wrinkles, so glad that it isn't us.
Then overnight, Father Time steps in and does his dance across our bodies. Parts that used to point heavenward are now gesturing to the grave that is standing at attention. Smooth, perfect skin wrinkles and creases under his aging polka. He cha-cha's across our joints, leaving them achy and dry. Last of all, he siphons out all the energy and vigor, draining just enough that we feel like we can do something, then lose steam halfway through.
|What is up with those bangs??|
I miss that girl. She loved trying new things. She danced every weekend and kissed men unabashedly whenever the opportunity arose. She loved her friends and spent every minute possible with them, shopping, eating, watching movies and listening to music. She stayed up late and laughed readily.
She wasn't completely happy, though. She longed for a husband and the joy of children. I wish I could have told her to be patient. It would all come to her, in time. Live this life and enjoy it. Do not long for those things that will someday be yours. Love what you have now. It is beautiful and free. You'll never have it again.
As much as she is a stranger to me, I would be a stranger to her. She swore she would never get fat and old age seemed so very far away. I'm sure if you asked where she'd be at 45, this wouldn't be it. That's okay, she was young and naive. She couldn't know the challenges and triumphs she would experience over the years. She could never dream of the amazing man she'd get to marry or the wonderful children she would bear. And, while mistakes and trials are hard, they are the classroom of life. She would never choose the struggles, but if she knew, like I do, she would not shirk them.
We are strangers, she and I, but if we had the chance, I think we could be friends.
*This post was written for GBE 2's prompt: The Stranger.
PS- I've finally updated my Year in Pictures. I'm such a slacker.