Time vs. Me: My Battle Against Time

This is the age of technological advancement.  With the click of a button or the swipe of a monitor, we are able to do stuff which we only previously imagined.  You can talk with an ex-flame from oceans away with the simple touch of a screen, or play online poker with a handsome hunk from Mexico.
I’m not all ecstatic about technology, though.  With the ever increasing number of gadgets and gizmos at our disposal, I wonder why somebody hasn’t yet come up with a time machine.  You can bet your bottom dollar that if and when a time machine finally gets invented, I’d be first in line at the store to get one for myself.
It would be my ultimate dream to go back in time, back to when I was young and without a care in the world.  When I was a child, I fully understood what having fun was all about.  Playing with my Hello Kitty toys and Barbie dolls was all that mattered then- such a far cry from all the worries that wear me down every single day.
But man’s wisdom is limited- or so it seems.  Robots and other forms of artificial intelligence are all around us, but they can’t take us back to parts of our past which we want to relive.  We make remarkable discoveries everyday, but sadly, we have come up with nothing to reverse the hands of time.  Instead, we plod on, trudging life’s rocky trails and peaks.
I guess that’s just how it’s meant to be.  We of feeble intelligence are bound by the laws of science and the universe.  There are simply some things which we must accept and not attempt to tinker with.  Playing god is as dangerous as getting a boob job from a quack doctor.
Now, as I try to conceal fine lines and other signs of aging, I realize that time is not something I should battle wits with.  It is my friend, not the enemy.  Although I may not have the same vigor as I used to, I can still do a mean Running Man…

Faith Over Fear: When Growing Old Doesn’t Suck

Looking in the mirror is the first thing I do when I get up in the morning.  Today, I got the shock of my life, as I saw one white strand of hair!  I was faced with the decision whether to pull it out or not.  I decided not to.

And then, the question just had to present itself: Am I aging?

I must be in denial, yes.  I don’t want to grow old.  Not just yet.  Time, be my friend…

Oh, but I must accept the fact that I’m not getting any younger.  Before I know it, fine lines are going to make manifest on my face.  Instead of buying myself a nice Equi Theme jacket and a funky pair of riding boots from an equestrian clearance sale, I’ll have to get me one of those anti-aging creams.

What’s so bad about aging, anyway?  Sure, arthritis and episodes of dementia will set in, but that’s just how things go.  Nobody stays young forever.

With age comes wisdom, they say.  That’s true, I guess.  Over the years, both the bitter and sweet events in my life have taught me important life lessons which have shaped me into the woman I am today.

But I must admit that I am afraid to grow old.  Maybe it’s the uncertainty that comes with it.  I fear about the future- my daughter’s future.  I want her to live out her dreams, whatever they may be.  If her fascination with the London 2012 Olympics is any indication, she may just end up being that equestrian I have always wanted to be.

I fear about my future.  I don’t want to grow old alone.  I do long for a lifetime partner to grow old and hold hands with on the front porch while sipping tea and listening to 80’s music.

This is where faith has to come in.  I should have faith in God, in the future, and in myself.  If I learn to trust Him, I shouldn’t be so afraid of what will happen.  I’m in good hands.