Aging

I've never been one to lie about my age. Frankly I never even given the idea of aging that much thought. Now that I am in my late thirties the idea has come up. I'm at a point in my life in which not alot surprises me. I've become just a tad bit cynical. I remember a time when words of love and loyalty were spoken I believed them without any doubt. Now I hear those words spoken and I watch the actions behind them. Words mean nothing now. I watch the young and I remember when I was told as a young woman "youth is wasted on the young". I smile because there's no way I would speak those words aloud to any young woman. Youth is not wasted on the young it's lived by the young. Fun, dreams, laughter, dancing and living each day like it may be your last can be done by all. Youth is only wasted when you spend it angry, bitter, and depressed. That's when it becomes a waste, when you do nothing with it.