tbh I kinda feel that. Maturity has its own kind of sexiness that I can appreciate, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t be bummed out about my early 20s soft femboi twink years having gone unappreciated.
You can always be bummed out about ageing. It’s OK to mourn the loss of an identity that you’d grown into. I’m getting my first grey hairs in, and its not easy seeing that in the mirror. It brings a lot of complicated feelings. Humanity has spent our entire existence grappling with the finality of time.
But my wife? She loves those grey hairs. She thinks they make me look even sexier. Time is unrelenting, and brutal. But love doesn’t care about time. Love, and joy, and friendship and kindness… These things will happen at every point in your life, if you let them.
tbh I kinda feel that. Maturity has its own kind of sexiness that I can appreciate, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t be bummed out about my early 20s soft femboi twink years having gone unappreciated.
You can always be bummed out about ageing. It’s OK to mourn the loss of an identity that you’d grown into. I’m getting my first grey hairs in, and its not easy seeing that in the mirror. It brings a lot of complicated feelings. Humanity has spent our entire existence grappling with the finality of time.
But my wife? She loves those grey hairs. She thinks they make me look even sexier. Time is unrelenting, and brutal. But love doesn’t care about time. Love, and joy, and friendship and kindness… These things will happen at every point in your life, if you let them.
Stan Rogers song ‘Lies’ is one I find really poetic and uplifting on this exact topic
As an East Coaster I am legally, morally and spiritually obligated to upvote Stan Rogers.