I looked at myself this morning in the mirror.
I see a man with reasonably good health, strong… a man with all black hair (with the occasional-but-still-pluckable-white hairs).
And then I started imagining how I would be like when I’m old, and withered,
I smiled briefly when I was pondering about the wrinkles, the white and bald(ing) hair…
But then I stopped smiling, because I started imagining what I would’ve think at that age about my younger days…
I was thinking some people might have been too serious and too focused on having a better life, and that’s not bad, I was thinking that we need a little stupidity in our life every now and then.
And then I think about how I would think by then looking back at my current self in a critical perspective, how I would’ve and maybe should’ve changed, and…