My feet keep me moving to forget about the birthday dated in the past century
Age is a complex companion, its presence often slipping into our consciousness with the subtle reminder of birthdays. As I glance at the calendar on my 23rd of May birthday, I'm reminded of my birth year, 1975, now seemingly distant in the annals of time.
Nineteen-something, once synonymous with youth, now echoes a different era, much like my daughter's reference to the "nineteen hundred" as ancient. The external signs of aging - wrinkles, achy joints, thinning hair, and dry skin - serve as constant companions, reminding me of nature's indifferent march.
Yet, beneath the surface, a battle continues. While my body yields to the passage of time, my mind refuses to stagnate. Ideas continue to flourish, feet itch to move, hands long to create.
Nineteen-something, once synonymous with youth, now echoes a different era, much like my daughter's reference to the "nineteen hundred" as ancient. The external signs of aging - wrinkles, achy joints, thinning hair, and dry skin - serve as constant companions, reminding me of nature's indifferent march.
Yet, beneath the surface, a battle continues. While my body yields to the passage of time, my mind refuses to stagnate. Ideas continue to flourish, feet itch to move, hands long to create.
I'm a contradiction - an aging woman with an unwavering spirit, my feet retaining their youthful vigor amidst the passage of time. |
In contemplating beauty, I realize it's more than skin deep. Like a cherished pet, it requires nurturing - regular care, nourishing ingredients, ample hydration, and exercise. As I tend to my physical and mental well-being, my imaginary feet dance freely through time and space, while my real ones remain grounded.
In contemplating beauty, I realize it's more than skin deep. Like a cherished pet, it requires nurturing - regular care, nourishing ingredients, ample hydration, and exercise. As I tend to my physical and mental well-being, my imaginary feet dance freely through time and space, while my real ones remain grounded.
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