Have you ever noticed how people’s wrinkles reveal more than just the age? Some might make them look sad, tender or sweet. Others reveal inner anger , frustration and greed even when the face is smiling. Life has a way of sculpting and forming the soul. One can hide innermost feelings, but the strokes of destiny and the emotions allowed free reign in the heart will chisel the countenance. I look in the mirror and see my worries, failures and questions, but I also see the lines of joy, laughter and a life lived with meaning. No amount of collagen renewal cream will totally erase them, and so I will sport them daily, without shame. Hopefully, as time goes by, I will develop more of the laughter and smile lines. So, let the wrinkles reign in all their splendor. Let us bear them with pride and dignity. Youthfulness is really a state of mind and wrinkles are the stripes we wear to prove our battle history. I wonder when people began to be ashamed of their age. Who told us age was something to hide? I suspect its all about losing ones attractiveness, and sex appeal. Well, to lose some of that and gain the state of a wise and worthy human being seems far more attractive to me. There is nothing more unpleasant than the sight of someone who has undergone multiple plastic surgeries to hide the truth. Why would anyone feel so insecure as to want to hide the years they have survived? We should wear medals for having lived, fought and stayed afloat in this life. When you know there is an eternity and the tiny measure of years we spend here on earth is merely a fraction of the life we have and will live, then a few wrinkles should do nothing more than prove our worth.