I was under the obvious misconception that women colored their hair to get rid of the grey, not put it in. (Naturally, this does not apply to those women, young and not so young, who have a pension for bright colored hair of an unnatural shade or just can’t make up their minds as to what color they want to be.) How silly of me.
It’s funny how we go to such extremes to make ourselves into something we are not. Young people trying to appear older, more experienced, more knowledgeable. Older folks trying just as hard to recapture the youth that time has ravaged in various ways. I wonder which is to be more sorry for: the young with illusions of maturity that eventually does come (in most cases) in its own time or the old seeking after the deception of restored youth. I really can’t speak to both sides of the equation because it has been a long time since I was that young. However, I suspect I did indeed fall prey to the popular devices that made one look older back in ancient times with rotary phones and television where I was the remote control. I do recall when I was dating my wife that I tried to act like my father at OUR favorite restaurant. It might have contributed some basis for his referring to us as “the gold dust twins.”
As to trying to reclaim youth now that I am more seasoned (a nice way of saying older)? I wouldn’t mind a fewer number of aches and pains and a few less pounds, but it is what it is. Yet, many are willing to go to any length, at any expense, to relive their youth.
- Take this pill or that one and you can be young again, lose belly fat, exercise like a George Atlas (old guy stuff), be a sexual dynamo and have joints that don’t creek.
- For the follilcly challenged, there’s no end to the means by which one can get their hair back.
- I won’t even begin to discuss the medical/surgical means by which one can restore a youthful (kinda) body. You can freeze it, cut it, sculpt it, suck it or eat it away. There’s beet stuff, super stuff, and one fantastic system or another to shed the weight.
I look at it this way. God has a plan. As we get older, we tend to get smarter (at least in a desire to know our Creator and be with Him when the time comes). Getting older isn’t so bad when one can share it with a person you love, with friends who care, with kids you brought up to be loving and caring, and a mark that says you were here. It’s a wonderful journey filled with surprises galore and at the end of the ride for the believer in the salvation of Jesus Christ, an eternity in heaven.
Until that moment, I’ll keep chugging along. As I see it, my body is getting older, but I have the mind of an Olympian decathlon champion. I’m still learning new ideas and ways of doing things. I AM still young.