“Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt
So, you wake and want to wring your fists against door handles…find a way out through rust and bone.
So, you think you’ve reached your point as all the callouses on your skin call out stop signs and search out potholes to slither toward.
So, your tongue has numbed and your teeth have lost their ability to forgive you and who ever thinks about aging when skin still appears tight enough to trampoline on.
So, you found a grey hair in an area of your body no one was ever meant to see anyway.
So, you leave it there.
So, it reminds you you’re still around.
So, it represents the worries–the kind that no longer get you.
So, sometimes the ash between black and white or fade of color that used to be bright only means that you’ve remained one more morning.
So, you might as well continue on. This curious pattern of aging can be worn in more ways than just sad.