Whenever I write about what I think and what is happening in the way of my life and today I've noticed that my wrinkles are a sincere and beautiful reflection of the age told with smiles on our faces. And when they begin to appear make us realize how ephemeral and fleeting life is. As a result some people often made to feel uncomfortable and awkward when it should be a joy. How can we grieve to have the opportunity to fulfill years ?. Because we are afraid that as we age we lose capabilities that we think of old age as a punishment, derogatory and humiliating manner. Just as a birthday makes us look back and ask ourselves what we have done in our lifetime.

We should not complain of age, it is a privilege denied to many. Aging is a privilege, an art, a gift. Adding gray, tear sheets and a birthday calendar is for me always a joy. Joy for life and so being here supposed. And it is that life has the peculiarity that goes hand in hand with time, which makes wrinkles appear on my face and occasionally (?) To have ailments. But that is a reflection of life, something that makes me feel very proud. Every year I appreciate the opportunity to meet years, because thanks to it every day I spend time with the person I love most, I can enjoy the pleasures of life, drawing smiles and build my presence a better world ... I hope ..

But we should thank life the opportunity to stay and have the ability and awareness to enjoy. What sense does it complain and complain about having possibilities? Is it not true that we would do anything to have those we lost on our side? Why would not we want to life and cease to hide our walk ?. Meet years should be a joy. 1440 minutes each day mean new options, wonderful thoughts, hundreds of nuances in our feelings. Every second makes us more able to experience and take advantage of all that gives us around us. Every year is a medal, a chance to treasure memories, to make our moments, to blow out the candles with strength and pride. You want to continue fulfilling dreams, seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years ... And above all, to celebrate the life and the people around you. You see that you and you to feel full, wrinkled and happy.

If you ask me as years have ..? I have good age when things look more calmly, but in the interest of further growth. The years have dreams begin to caress his fingers and hopes become hope, love, sometimes it is a crazy flash, eager to be consumed in the fire of a desired passion. And sometimes a haven of peace, as the sunset on the beach. No need to dial a number, as my hopes achieved, the tears poured down the road to see my broken dreams ... They are worth much more than that. What if I turn twenty, forty, or sixty! .What Matters is how old I am and I need to live freely and without fear. To follow the path without fear, for I bring with me the experience and the strength of my desires and years needed to lose the fear and do what I want and feel.

Between childhood and old age is a moment called life. We should not complain about growing old. Life is a gift that not everyone has the privilege of enjoying. It is a bottle of Sighs, tripping, of learning, of pleasure and suffering. Therefore, in itself, it is wonderful. And also why it is essential to take advantage of every moment, make it our own, feel fortunate. Accumulate youth is an art that is to make life amount of years that years of life. In short, make our existence meaningful. There is so essential if we add gray hair, wrinkles or if our body asks us every morning truce. What is truly important is to grow because, after all, as I always say, a birthday is inevitable, but aging is optional.