This is a resurrection of an old idea which never really came to fruition. I had an old blog and focused to much on sounding sage. Now I'm just going to put up whatever the hell I feel like.
So my first thought? Balding. I do not want to bald. Why not though? It's hard to argue it without sounding narcissistic, because all the reasons are rooted (lol) in appearance and outer beauty. Would my love stop loving me? No. Would I no longer be myself? No. So whats the big deal really? Baldness is also associated with the loss of youth. Even though loss of agility and declining health are legitimate concerns, wrinkles, graying hair and liver spots seem to be what bother people the most. Why is this? There is a persistent subconscious idea that; Old = unattractive = unloved.
Elderly people with high self worth enjoy their lives, while those without live in their memories of youth and in their regret of how they feel they may have squandered it। Love is a beautiful thing, and I am happy that I can say for myself, ठाट as long as I have my rock, as long as I am loved, it won't really matter how old, bald, wrinkly, or hairy I get, because true love (whether romantic or platonic) overlooks age and appearance, and focuses in on the soul.
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