I believe there is beauty in aging. Natural beauty that is considerably more valuable than eternal youth. Years of working hard and taking care of families weathers hands, but oh the stories they tell. Decades of laughter and smiles etch laugh lines into faces telling memories without saying a word. I think it is so sad that so much of our society values youthful looks (even if they are fake and look completely plastic) over what is a natural process. There is wisdom and beauty in aging that you just don’t get with youth, and I for one do not fear getting older. That being said, I am going grey, and pretty quickly. I am 32 years old. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet. To be honest, it doesn’t really bother me yet, but at the rate it’s going I could be completely grey within the next year or so. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I think that older women with grey hair look beautiful, but I don’t quite think I’m old enough to be completely grey. Perhaps that is hypocritical, I’m not sure. Either way, I’ll deal with it as it happens, but the thought of dying my hair with a bunch of chemicals just makes me shudder. Who knows, maybe it’ll stop changing, and then I won’t have to deal with it. I guess we’ll just wait and see.