forever young

I read somewhere that your skin starts aging at age 25. From thereon in, I suppose everything goes downhill, skin wise.

Age doesn’t have much meaning for me. For me it’s just a number you recite robotically when someone asks what age you are. It’s something you write in forms.

I’ve always thought that throughout our lives, we remain the same person. We only “age” after we see how harsh the world can be. That you need to work in order to survive. That you have to fight for a spot for promotion. That you have to keep always on guard so you can keep your spot in a long line.

You skin starts aging at age 25, but you, what you are- who you are, at your core- you could start aging earlier.