changing one word could make all the difference…

In our quest to find the fountain of youth,

I am amazed at the lengths

at which we will continue to search.

It came to me as I attempted what so many of us

mistakenly think is the first step to getting there,

which just happens to be in a box labelled

L’Oreal #60

(for light brown hair)

hair washing shower

So this isn’t me,

but some of you have to admit to having a bit of fun

while you wait for the miracle potion to set.

What is also astounding is how much

we are in search to feel vibrant and unscathed

by what years of being on this earth can do to us.

It is almost like we need some sort of direction

to sink our beliefs into

or at least a sign of some kind that really exists.

fountain of youth

It’s a road some of us are hell-bent and determined

to chase and follow.

From dying our grey haired locks

to slathering ourselves in all the magic lotions and creams

that claim we can look and feel exactly

how we did in our 20’s.

So right about now,

I can almost hear the giggles,

and even envision the eye rolls.

In our wisdom of being on this earth

we know better

yet somehow rely on the fact that

technology and all those scientific minds out there

may one day figure out

that there just could be a way.

Let’s face it…

We want so desperately to believe

but when you stop and think about it,

what exactly do we want?

Is being 20 something again,

and going back really where we want to put ourselves?

I think it’s more about trying not to buck the system.

It’s more about not re-living what has already happened.

Been there done that.

So what is it we are truly in search of?

I think we get to a point

that we finally admit the inevitable

and wake up each and every day

hoping that today is a feel good day.

That the hair dye we chose is the closest colour

to match our wrinkled skin tone.

(otherwise it’s time to call your hairdresser for an emergency intervention)

That the wrinkle remover we paid way too much for

is actually is working

(even though a quick glance in the mirror shows a few new lines since yesterday)

That whatever medications we need to alleviate

our aching muscles kick in

well before we step out into the world and go on with our day.

Which basically means

any attempt to sitting down

or standing up without making any groaning sounds is a very good day!

 (if you haven’t noticed this before, you will now)

Here’s the thing.

We have all been in the pursuit of the fountain of youth.

It’s been a myth passed on through the ages

and yet we haven’t given up on it.

(of course technology is giving us a leg up on getting closer to any answers)

and God only knows how hard we keep looking.

fountain of youth 1

  The reality of it all

is there has never been any proof

that the fountain of youth has ever existed.

As much as we all want to defy the aging process,

or believe that someday this could be possible,

there is no such thing.

 However maybe it’s time we change its name

and give it a more realistic meaning

that isn’t about what it is not,

but rather what it really should have been all along.


After all,

we can’t live longer

but we can always live better!

Make it a great day everybody!

~God bless~


6 thoughts on “changing one word could make all the difference…

  1. Hi Kimmie, Good one. I sure do believe in the fountain of faith. (I guess all within ones self.) Hope all is good in your world. Sure is good in mine, Jean and Roy were here for the weekend, I got a relatively new car and they took my old one. Had a nice visit. Tammy and Richard drove them here, and they took my old car home with them. Love Is

    Sent from my iPad


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