I don't think I ever wrote a blog on it because the raw truth left an emptiness inside me.
I must mention that this paragraph is the most beautifully composed, perfectly worded group of sentences I've ever seen. The document itself is a treasure to rhetoric and the successful formulation of the argument. Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle would be proud.In this internet-savvy, media-infused culture, we have forgotten that people get older. Even, dare I say it - old. Television is full of pretty, young people. The few white-haired heads that one sees on television are made up and glamorous. Off-camera though, most bear little resemblance to their TV persona. In a culture of botox, wrinkle cream and hair dye, we cannot imagine that becoming older is a good thing, an experience to look forward to, and a state worthy of respect. If I were 50 years old, and used canes due to some injury, or had a disease-related tremor, the news stories would be about my carrying on despite my adversities. But my only adversity is age.

"I dreamed a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living!
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed."
I am blessed, satisfied, and wowed. Ms. Boyle, you are a shimmering gem. Thank you.
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