I'm not an aging gracefully type. But I do believe in aging with grace.

You don't stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.

And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!

Youth is not a curse, but a fleeting blessing. Youth enables us to cavort freely unconcerned with the larger issues in life. Aging and the accompanying responsibilities that come with added maturity is what augments, vexes, and then excises us. Maturation represents the accumulation of supplanting changes happening in a person over time including physical, mental, and social growth and development. Growing old gracefully entails submission to biological alterations and witnessing unsettling changes in cultural and societal conventions.

Your face is marked with lines of life, put there by love and laughter, suffering and tears. It's beautiful.

I believe in aging gracefully.