“What does it feel like to be old?” a young person once asked me. At first, I was surprised—I didn’t feel old at all. But as I thought about it, I realized that aging is not something to fear; it’s a gift. Every wrinkle, every gray hair, is proof that I’ve lived, loved, and learned. Growing older is not losing youth—it’s gaining perspective.

When I look in the mirror, the face I see may have changed, but my spirit hasn’t faded. I enjoy the little freedoms that come with age: indulging in treats, reading late into the night, dancing to songs from my youth, and walking along the beach with joy and no shame. These small pleasures mean more now than ever before.

Of course, life hasn’t always been easy. I’ve said goodbye to dear friends and carried heavy heartbreak. But I’ve also learned that real strength is born from those painful moments. A heart that has never been broken cannot fully appreciate the joy of healing, love, or peace. The trials of life have shaped me into someone resilient and deeply grateful.

Now, I live with purpose and freedom. I follow my own rules, appreciate each day, and no longer worry about pleasing others. There are no regrets—only lessons and love. To grow old is not the end of the story, but a beautiful chapter filled with wisdom, courage, and joy.