Getting Old
I am getting older.
The wrinkles of time are writing their stories across my face.
A young person’s eyes are often filled with optimism, glistening with hope.
That used to be me. There was a naivity, an innocence, an unshakable belief in the goodness of just about everyone.
I was born that way and I am grateful for it.
Hopeful humans, optimistic people, those who are believe in the impossible, these are my favorite kinds of people.
I find cynics who label themselves realists tiring to be around…
Not my cup of tea…
Increasingly, I am finding that my friendship circle is growing younger…
High performing athletes. Brave young business owners. Beautiful dreamers.
When I look at my eyes in this photo, I see something else also…
I see pain…
The pain that only a dreamer can relate too.
The countless setbacks, knockdowns and get back ups. Stories of both success and failure are written on my face.
I have learned to find joy in my failures, my flaws and my mistakes.
I’ve embraced both my eternal optimism and the pain that comes from living this way.
If you are like me… NEVER STOP dreaming, always get back up, continue to try again, make sure that you search for the good in others…
It’s how you were made.
It’s dishonest to live any other way.
Much love big dreamers
G.x