


That’s why that saying “You can’t go home” rings so true. You can’t look back. Nothing stays the same and you can’t change that. You keep moving ahead ...forward and growing. Scary as this might sound... you're dying. Daily. Your body is dying. Sadly as with anything new it becomes used and falls apart. There are certain rules in life and age is one of them. You will grow old and you will die. Prepare yourself accept it gracefully. I can’t lie. I still hate it. I want to stay just as beautiful as I am right now always. But I already see the changes. Roses don’t stay red and lovely forever… I hate that and although I realize it for what it is, I still hate it.
