Know why I like old people so much?  They look like themSELVES.  There’s no airbrushing.  What you see is who they ARE.  The beauty of age is that time has written in everything exactly as you lived it, line by line.  If you were a joyful person, your face will be etched in tiny, smile wrinkles.  If you weren’t, well that sour look will be carved in and solid as rock. 

Look around.  Youth can fool you with all sorts of illusions.  Age just smacks you in the face with truth.  Truth is a beautiful thing.  And like Keats says, that’s all I need to know.  (http://www.helen-hudson.com)


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