on the passage of time...
Today was the first day since hubby and I were living in Baltimore that we had the opportunity to just sit, vegetate, and watch television. During the course of our lazy morning, I noticed two things: There's not very much on television that's worth watching right now, and most importantly, there's an awful lot of advertising dedicated to stopping the aging process. Advertisements for creams and cosmetics for all sorts of body parts promise to "fight the seven signs of aging" during SpongeBob Squarepants. A Google search for the term "stop aging" yields a wide assortment of vitamins, books, nutritional supplements, and surgical procedures, among other items. Millions of dollars are spent on these products annually--the sheer prevalance of the advertisements are testament to the income earned from people trying to stop the inevitable.
All of this begs the question, "Why DO people buy these products?" Being fearful of the passage of time is a fruitless process. Perhaps those who drop $30 on a bottle of Olay believe that every wrinkle erased is equivalent to postponing the end of their time by one more day. For those of us who have experienced someone's struggle to survive firsthand, the notion that a bottle of cream or jar of tablets will put off the unavoidable is a load of rubbish.
I, for one, plan to revel in my wrinkles and accent my gray hairs, for I know that they become a privilege after you've lost your hair to chemo. Hubby and I look forward to being the active, eccentric septagenarians at the end of the block who are still living life to the hilt 'til our time here ends. We plan to celebrate life, and to celebrate the opportunity to grow old together.
Wrinkles be damned.
posted by amanda @ 8:08 PM