Consider your face as mirror of all your emotions, furthermore of your whole life. In small lines experiences slide through your skin, multiplying the older you become, getting deeper and finally they stay permanently. They may remember on honest joy, shared luck, deep sorrow and growing scepticism. Absurd how people try to hide behind poison and scalpels, drowning in obsession of eternal youth. Maybe easier said than done as long as you’re young. As soon as I reach high age, I want to look at my face contentedly and see all the signs steaming from a fulfilled life. At the end, all I want to say is: look at me! My skin may not be young and flawless, but it has seen and felt more than many others. I’ve enjoyed life with all sins and these wrinkles shall be my witnesses.