Mirrors....

Mirrors don't lie, do they?  They merely reflect, and any lies come from within the person looking into the mirror.

I'm coming to grips with what my mirror shows me every day, and that's the undeniable fact of getting older....of getting old, period. 

There are parts of me, the majority of me in fact, which bear the scars of a lifetime of hard work.  There are parts that just don't work as well, or even barely at all.

There are things which my mind can still conceive yet my body can no longer fulfill, and that is a harsh fact to realize.  Sometimes memories, dreams, and regrets become a form of soul crushing gruel that a man doesn't wish to live on.  That leaves him wanting more, and having to learn what new horizons open, and what new limitations mean.

Getting old is not for the weak.