October 6th, 2012 (253 words!)

Wrinkles,

We look at them and are disgusted,

We see them as a flaw,

An imperfection,

Or a failure at beauty.

As if it makes us ugly.

We see them as a sign of us getting old and saggy.

But when I see wrinkles,

I see wisdom,

I see experience,

I see a person that has lived a full life,

A person full of amazing stories,

And someone that is over flowing with knowledge.

Each wrinkle was put there for a reason,

Each one was crafted in it’s one beautiful way,

Not one is alike.

Each one has a story,

A history,

A reason why it’s there,

That you have been worked to your extreme,

And that it was all worth it.

Wrinkles are beautiful things.

Live your life without worry,

Without concern of old age,

Enjoy the life you have while you have it.

Treat every moment as if it’s your last,

Don’t spend another moment concerned about what is to come,

Focus on the now.

A crevasse in the skin is like a river running through a valley,

When I look at someone’s hands I admire the veins,

Like fluid blue and red passion running through your body.

Why do we discriminate these wrinkles?

Why do we try to get rid of them?

Why would we avoid them?

They are a part of who you are,

A beautiful creation,

A story.

One that only you know,

One that only you will ever understand,

These creases are the story of your life.