Your life will go by even in those moments where you deny it is passing and as you battle to turn back the hands of the clock. In the end, you fool no-one but yourself as you turn yourself into a parody of youth.
There is something though about a face that wears the ravages of time upon it, that carries the scars of the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune upon it. It tells us of a face that has lived and come to know what life is for and what it is about. It is the exact opposite of those faces that are ironed smooth and are as fake and plastic as a doll’s, with the same forced expression that tells of nothing except its own blankness and the emptiness of what lies behind it.
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