Are you listening?
This morning a writing prompt on WordPress caused me to take pause. The question posed was,
“If there were a real Fountain of Youth, would you drink the water?”
Naturally I, like most people, initially read it in the external sense of “forever [physically] young“. And then — maybe, because of all the latest medical weirdness to do with my face (that I literally just found out about and wrote about yesterday), this prompt suddenly struck me differently.
Ironically, it also made me feel a little differently about my own face and health because, what is “youth”, really? Does a dictionary define it or do we?
Youth can mean so many things: a youthful appearance, a body healthy as a youngster’s, a youthful spirit and attitude …
You get the picture.
If there were a magic serum to retain “youth”, would it be a universal type of youth that covers everything; and what of a woman my age (47)? Would it act retroactively and take me back to a more youthful me? Or, would it freeze time for me where it is now; how I look now; how I think now; how I feel now; who I am now?
Magic doesn’t come in a bottle, it comes in a moment and all of those moments are what makes you, you and me, me. Every good, bad and ugly thing about ourselves is a testament of who we are and where we have been. A documentation of our life.
If you erase the evidence you’ll be left with nothing to show for it.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forever Young.”