We grow neither better nor worse as we get old,
but more like ourselves.
~ May L. Becker
One morning I was walking along the riverbank. Each pebble I saw had chiseled on its face the years, months, and days it had lived. What had happened along this shore? My perception of the crevices and scars on the pebbles was that they added to the beauty and uniqueness of each stone.
I wondered if my face showed the weathering of time. Maybe that’s the problem; perhaps we spend too much time focusing on our scars and blemishes and should instead view the true essence of ourselves—the precious stones.
Life may have left its marks on you, but work toward polishing your inner beauty for an outer glow.
Peace,
– Bernie
