And BTW I have the same spikey hairstyle. Last Monday, on my 26th birthday just when I was getting ready for office, collecting my hair from the sides and forming a cute mountain range in the centre. I saw something so terrifying, so dreadful that I understood how bad guys must have felt after seeing Batman, you know that I’m your worst nightmare feeling.
However, my worst night mare wasn’t dark. It was white. Yes, a frail, ugly, antihero who stood apart like an outlaw, from other peaceful dark brown community of strands. Unlike my bouncy, regularly conditioned full-bodied hair, this one looked like an alien. A pale creature from outer space who didn’t belong where it stood, and it stood like a SIGN.
Am I getting old and do I need to change drastically; was the question that it raised, as it rose above. Only then I had this grey-haired epiphany. The answer, is YES.
I need to change and let the kid inside me take over completely.
I am running out of time and there is none to waste on fear.
I need to smile more often, because that’s the only wrinkle that looks good my face.
I have to meet more people and tell them how one grey hair can teach you so much.
I have to buy more funny tee shirts before my head goes all salt and pepper.
I need to confabulate more and more, with far greater intensity, so I create my ideal life, sooner.
I need to LIVE MORE as I am not getting any younger, or getting any more dark brown bouncy full-bodied hair.
So I better hurry up!
*Keeps the laptop aside, runs away*