I found my first set of grey hair last year during a haircut. Silvery sliver of pure horror. I screamed in silence. I wasn’t ready to deal and ignored it. Then I found another. Then another.
Do I kill (dye or pluck) it or let it be? Do I feel upset, or is this yet another silver lining?
To age and have the sight to grey hair is a blessing, a sign that we’re alive and wiser.
Some die young and lose the opportunity to grow old. Most of us take longevity for granted, the process of aging. The grey is just the evidence of us having lived a long and plentiful life. The greyer we get, the longer we would have lived.
Perspective changes how we see the world and how we feel inside.