To Grow Old is a Choice | Love Notes Vol. 1

Love Notes | Vol. 1

To grow old is indeed a choice. I remember my mother turning 50, and it struck me as incredibly old. It wasn’t just my youthful perspective at 20; it was her demeanor. She always seemed to act older than her years. I thought I would inevitably follow that path. Yet, as I approached 50 myself, I realized my assumptions were wrong. It wasn’t my age that mattered, but my mindset about aging.

To grow old is a choice. And a choice I will personally not make. The lines etched around my eyes, they tell a tale. Not of years surrendered, but of a life embraced. A life that has danced with sunlight and weathered storms. They whisper of laughter shared, tears shed, and the quiet wisdom gleaned from each passing dawn. Some might call them wrinkles, markers of time’s relentless march. I call them maps, charting the landscapes I’ve traversed, the summits I’ve scaled, and the valleys I’ve explored.

To age is inevitable, a gentle current carrying us forward. To grow old, however, is a choice. A choice to relinquish the spark, to dim the light within. I choose to burn brighter. I choose to chase the horizon, not retreat from it. I choose to greet each sunrise with a heart open to possibility.
There is a vibrant tapestry woven from the threads of countless tomorrows, each one a promise of new lessons, uncharted adventures, and the sweet sting of growth. I yearn for the unexpected detour, the serendipitous encounter, the thrill of discovering a hidden path. For it is in these moments, these unpredictable twists and turns, that life truly blossoms. And in these moments, we discover who we are.

And yes, there will be trials. Shadows will lengthen, and the path may grow treacherous. But I have learned that it is in these very moments, these darkest hours, that the truest version of ourselves emerges. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, we discover the strength we never knew we possessed, the resilience that lies dormant within our souls. And believe me, it does.

We are not defined by the years we accumulate, but by the stories we write. We are not bound by the limitations of time, but empowered by the boundless potential of each new day. Let us not fear the passage of time, but embrace it as a companion on this extraordinary journey. Let us look forward, not backward, and greet the tomorrows with open arms and a heart full of unwavering hope. For while I will age, I will not grow old. I will continue to unfurl, to evolve, to feel the vibrant pulse of life, forever.

I will continue to create new stories, enjoy new experiences, and discover a life that I have not yet met. Because it is within this self-discovery that aging becomes a precious gift.

Wishing you all a wonderful week filled with new stories!