sooner or later

Sooner or later we lose the war on time...

Our youth escapes us from the body and strong and cheeky gravity takes everything we carefully strive to keep in place..

There are no more creams or pomades that erase the marks of so many laughter, sorrows, late nights and anger from our face...

We take vitamins, collagen, lemon, ginger, apple vinegar, honey and omega 3 and how much sorcerer formula goes through us....

We eat less to fill ourselves with hunger...

We sweat when it's cold and sleep reveals us...

One day we realize that there is no comfortable heel, we don't see without glasses and the roots of our gray grow mercilessly...

That our waist is paired and our knees are rounding...

One day, we get tired of imitating in the mirror, that young woman we were..

We look straight, without warm light or shadows and finally accept that we have lived more life than we have left....

And how beautiful it was...

To have lived and felt it..

To have given as much love as to have received it...

Gather the experience and learn from patience...

What does it matter if gravity won

that we lost the war on wrinkles..

That we get tired of sinking our stomach... Getting our chests and pompas out...

What does it matter if beauty already comes out of the soul..

Yes, that beauty is infinite and filled with love and forgiveness...

What does it matter that we go to old women...

That there are younger and more beautiful.

What matters if we have life and every experience paints us wisdom..

What an honor to have been and continue to be mothers, wives, girlfriends, lovers, sisters, grandmothers and friends..

That we still have much love to live and comes without demanding or asking...

How wonderful is this stage of being as we are, of loving each other as well.

How nice it is to move forward with everything lived and learned...

Think and act positive from Love.

Credits to the author.

I was reflecting on this today as I talked to my mom who is 81 and has so much wisdom, so who cares that she is getting old when real beauty comes from  the soul. 

 I love the time I spend taking to her on the phone. 

Con amor,

Vero