So I feel it is time for a rant. It's been a while. On the news today, there was a brief segment on the new and improved botox, an anti-aging 'miracle' and one I can not comprehend.
I like time. Time makes us, as humans and as a collection of matter, one unit. Every thing has to obey time. And aging is time, just visualized. Rocks, trees, raccoons, leaves, fungus, stars, even the Earth it's self is no match and is not above time.
So why should we? Why do some people think they are better than time, a constant constant. It's not going away at anytime and isn't it nice to know that something is always going to be the same. Things change- grass grows, buildings decay, the world turns, the Sears Tower gets a name change. Thing advance- scientist can basically grow a full human in a lab and I am sure that there is a Jurassic Park hidden somewhere where lots of scientist's children are either really happy or really dead. But time is always the same. It's not going to be faster, slower, sloppier, soggier, or more annoying than it is always is. Isn't it nice to know that ONE thing, among a plethora of things, is always going to be there for you? It's the father that goes to all the dance recitals, its a hug that is always warm, a laugh that's always boisterous and echoing down the hall.
Don't rob yourself of time, it is the one thing that makes us just like everything else and, contrary to everything you learn on PBS, you are not that special, you are not an original, you're just an individual and that's A-OK.
So love your wrinkles- fill them with jello and creep out the hooligans next-door, wriggle them around so they look like water, stuck in time as it is flowing over a soft, rounded ledge, smile wide so all your creases can smile too. Your wrinkles connect you to everything-the sun, Saturn, water, cute kitties in lobster costumes, crayons, the Mona Lisa, a zipper.
I know I am young and I might think differently when I have more wrinkles than a very deep laugh line (one that took a very long time to acquire) on the left side of my mouth and a frowning wrinkle (something to remind me of how serious I can, and shouldn't, be). But I like having a bind to everything and everyone. It goes past anything that I can see, including wrinkles.
And just like everything else, Botox is going to fail to time. It will sag, or, as we know already, hold your face too tight, robbing you or your of smiles. And I am sure you will miss the laugh lines that have been aquired from years of pranks, sneaking into movies theaters, sneaking out of bedrooms and onto motorcycles, and getting a horrible haircut before Senior Pictures. Sooner or later your memory will fail and nothing, not even your laugh lines, will be able to remind you of the tales of your youth.
So throw your wrinkles a party! Time is the mighty uniter and we shouldn't be afraid to show with pride that we have been touched by time.
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