Old Age

I think when I grow old, if i'm lucky enough to look in the mirror and find my face riddled with wrinkles from laugh lines, that I will consider my life well lived. I'm not going to try any fancy creams to erase them, or surgical procedures. Each of those lines will represent the best times in my life. They will be reminders of the times I spent with friends, the times I spent with family, the times I spent embarrassing myself, the times and all the times I was able to let loose and not take life too seriously. They will be the times I danced, the times I loved, and the times after the pain that I realized I'm still standing. I won't have to search the mazes in my mind to try to find those memories. I'll simply smile and see them mapped out clearly before my eyes. Yes, I believe I will be mighty proud of those laugh lines. They are in progress right now, and while I'm looking forward to the day I can show them off, I can wait. And hopefully, if i'm really lucky, they will never stop forming. I will be laughing and enjoying my time up until the very last breathe. That is the only real goal I have in life.