Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.
― Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.
Your body will age. The pigment cells in your hair follicles will die and stop producing melanin; your hair will turn gray. Your subcutaneous fat layer thins as you grow older and your skin will appear thin, pale and translucent.
You may appear old but you don’t have to grow old.
You can dye your hair and get a face lift so you can appear younger. But real aging in on the inside and not on the outside. Dying your hair and a face lift won’t keep you young.
There is only one way to never grow old.
The answer is simple.
Don’t quit playing.
Why can’t you still have an imaginary friend? And, when was the last time you pretended your dinner plate was a flying saucer?
This morning when I woke up, I found my toys on the kitchen counter. They had made a batch of sugar cookies. My daughter and I make cookies last night and left out all of the ingredients.
Frank the lion, and Bob the tiger had turned over the bag of sugar. Margaret the giraffe had stuck her head in the flour bag. Edward the elephant appeared to be cutting out the cookies, and Willow the cheetah was in charge of decorating the cookies.
Wait a minute! I didn’t buy sprinkles yesterday. What’s going on here?
My youngest daughter wanted me to drive to the store last night to buy sprinkles to decorate the cookies.
“Mama, please drive to the store to buy sprinkles.”
“No Timber, it’s too late just make the cookies with plain icing. I will pick some up tomorrow.”
The cookies my toys made had sprinkles on them!
Do not grow old, no matter how long you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the Great Mystery into which we were born.
May we never lose our sense of wonder and curiosity
This month my toys come alive at midnight. They wander my home looking for adventure. They have made fried eggs, emptied my books off of the bookcase, toilet-papered my writing desk, washed my silverware, and they have made sugar cookies.
Life is more fun if you play games.
― Roald Dahl, My Uncle Oswald
My body is aging. My hair is gray at my temples and I can see dark blue veins in my legs where the skin has become translucent. However I refuse to grow old.
So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
Fan the flames and remember your childhood.
Are there toys in your home that are waiting for you to believe again?
Maybe tonight at the stroke of midnight some of your toys will come alive. Please share your toys adventures on Facebook at Toycember.
Would you like to never grow old? Please tell me in the comments.