Saturday, October 11, 2014

Mortal

I can't believe that one day I will get old. Really old I mean. I know it's coming and, unless in case of an unforseeable event, it will happen as surely as night follows day but for the life of me I can't picture it nor I can accept it. "Live fast and die young." I am not the hasty type but sometimes leaving the show before the curtain falls doesn't seem much of a tragedy.

I just can't accept that one day the mirror will reflect an image different from what I see now. Will that still be me? Will I still want to be me?

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