aging and watching your body become unfamiliar

The mirror shows a face that feels like a stranger, and the hands that once held so much now tremble in the evening quiet. You watch the body change, and it feels like a slow drifting away from who you were meant to be.

But the one who sees the face does not see the fading lines; they see the drop of light that was sent here to illuminate the dark, untouched by the passing of years. The body changes, yes, but the light within is the same light that was there before the first wrinkle and will remain after the last.

It has not grown old, because it has no age to lose. The gathering dark cannot touch what was made from the source of all morning.

You are not leaving yourself; you are simply becoming more transparent to the light that was never yours to keep, only to reflect.