Aging

As I turn 32 today and with the sight of my first gray hair I've been thinking a lot about aging. I have no problem with getting older and I welcome it but there is something strange about aging.

Why do we hold on to our youth? Is it the fear of letting go and leaving something behind? Leaving behind childhood, adolescence, the first years of living on your own and making your own way in the world. These are all different stages that I look back upon with fondness. I look at the fun I've had, the lessons I've learned, and the experiences that have shaped who I am. I look back and appreciate where I've been and who I've become but I can no longer hold on to those times. I now look forward and see that my life is only just beginning and in another 30 years I'll look back and see how these days helped me to become the person I will be. This is just a small stop in my life and I'm here to learn but I must also keep moving in the direction that I'm headed. Where is that? Well I guess I'll know when I get there :)