Look closely, do you see those white hairs coming in? I noticed my first white hair several years ago and I plucked it out in horror. It’s funny how it appeared after the birth of my first son… When more white hairs popped up, I continued to pluck them mercilessly until I realized they were growing back and sticking out like spider’s legs. It was awkward. Then I began to think about dying my hair, but would I go lighter or darker? I’ve been blond before and was told by several people that it looked awful. They were right and the $250 dye job lasted five weeks before I paid another huge sum to have it coloured back brunette. I could buy a store bought dye but I don’t like how unhealthy it makes my hair feel. Another option is to only colour the front part of my hair where the white is most prominent but that has the potential for disaster.
All this ruminating about my white hair got me thinking about why I want to cling to the appearance of youth. A can of worms, I know. Why is aging such a bad thing? Ideally with age I will become wiser, more patient and gentle towards others and mature in good character. Looking older could be a sign post for these developments, that are of more worth then the appearance of youth. I want to age gracefully and I’m beginning to think that aging gracefully for me, personally, means aging naturally. I am still torn, because I am only 30 and there’s the whole appeal of looking young, while I’m young. However, there’s the fighting side of me that wants to be counter culture and portray aging as beautiful, white hair as a crown. So for now, I’ve stopped waging war against my white hairs.
What about you? How do you feel about aging?
White hair is a crown of honour obtained by righteous living