Grey Hairs.
As I venture deeper into life and this human experience…
Moving through the years — I have noticed more and more changes to my body.
Now in the final chapter of my 35 years, soon to arrive at 36…
New lines and marks on my face… symbolise the smiles, laughs and frowns from years gone by.
Dark brown hairs, turn to grey and symbolise life lived… all those moments of joy, intimacy, love, sorry, grief and excitement.
Small aches and pains appear in the body, nothing great but I notice little changes as my body supports me through the years and gets just that little bit more tired from running around following the calling of my heart.
All these little daily reminders are all reminders that our time here is limited and that we’re just passing through. When you see those grey hairs in the mirror, and you realise how much life has been lived… smile with joy, that you got the chance to do it all and don’t forget to live some more. Try not to linger too much on a life that you once lived, the person you once were… for life is always moving and we’re never static for long.