10 Dec 2022

My appearance is average,
My body shows signs of wear and tear, my face betrays my age, and I don't have the same amount of energy.

I forget things very easily, and I frequently misplace items.
I may have a plan one moment, but the next it might only cross my thoughts.

I make a concerted effort to avoid looking in the mirror.
Even when I barely catch a glance, I can no longer recognize myself since there are some things I would prefer not to see.

The activities I once performed without difficulty are now accompanied by aches and pains, and their quality will never be quite the same.

I constantly contrast my older self with those younger incarnations of myself, and I am aware that this is a waste of time since it makes me long for the past.

But despite what people may think, I'm still the same old me underneath my tattered, worn-out exterior. This is what really breaks my heart.

My heart still has a limitless capacity for love, yet it occasionally still hurts.

My heart has the capacity to overflow with happiness before abruptly breaking.

There are times when my light shines through boldly and times when it yearns for freedom. My soul can still feel sympathy and yearns for peace and forgiveness.

It's true, perhaps as I get older the status quo may be feeling lonely,
But it has also increased my willingness to forget wrongdoing and move on.

Perhaps I appear elderly and ugly to some people, a person who is hardly present.

I still recognize the inner beauty.
And you shouldn't discount my worth.
Consequently, even if it lacks beauty and strength,
I'm still here, and I desperately want to live.

And I'm aware that nobody is quite like me in this planet.
And nobody who can contribute more.


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