You pity me for my many years, you think that I am old.
I am not.
I am full.
I am full to the brim with so many memories, my head can hardly keep them all in.
So many lessons, I have not the time in a day to teach them all.
So many stories, no book could ever be big enough.
I am full of life.
And yet, as full as I am, I am also ready for more.
Like the end of a movie that leads to a sequel, I cannot help but feel my time is just beginning.
The wisdom of my years tells me it is….just beginning.
So, my child, do not look at me and think me old, for I am not.
I am rare.
I am blessed.
I am life.
I am just getting started.