Life is a slippery, muddy hill. If you don’t keep trudging up, you’ll keep sliding down. As we age, we’re faced with crow’s feet, thinning lips, and forehead lines. Exercise and diet can be a decent bulwark against this erosion, but the tide of time knows no surrender.
I say, if your face is to be marked with age anyway, let your eyes be sculpted by a track record of determination, your mouth etched with the strong lines of purpose, your forehead carved with the furrows of a thoughtful life. As we get slower, let us also get wiser.
Don’t stop expanding your capacity. There will be a time in the future to let go, but not now, not yet. Pay your dues and when the sun finally sets on your journey, let your eyes be filled with tears of pride, of a life fully-lived; not tears of regret, of a dream only half-glimpsed.
Choose to Take the Journey 
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