A few years ago I began a Facebook account at the behest of some college students from a university where I had a speaking engagement. They were into it big time and wanted me to join the fun. So I jumped in and since then have connected with quite a few people. Some I know very well while others I have little to no clue who they are. But a highlight amongst all the growing number of Facebook “friends” is reconnecting with those who truly were friends of mine during different seasons of my life that I have simply lost track of through the years. Many are from my days at Baylor and still others go further back…high school, many of them I’ve known almost all of my life.
As I’ve reacquainted myself with my peers of days gone by I’m actually starting to believe something that most of our culture would consider unthinkable: there’s a beauty in getting older. Yup, you heard me correctly. There’s something really attractive about aging. I know, I know, when you’re in your late 30’s often your hair starts to turn grey (or in some cases turns loose), you are probably a little (or a lot) heavier than you want to be and you’ve got lines around your eyes that make you feel 50 whenever you see yourself smile in a photograph. But the beauty that comes across to me is more than skin deep. In fact, it’s all the “imperfections” that the years bring upon the body that strikes me as endearing.
I wouldn’t argue that there may come a day when I cross into an age where I don’t feel this way, but for now, as I glance across the images of those who are my friends from childhood up to my college years the only thing I feel is a warm heart. We don’t look like kids anymore and we shouldn’t. I’m starting to think I really like the “adult” versions of the friends I’ve played hide-and-go-seek with, cheered alongside at Bulldog Stadium or had long talks with in front of Pat Neff Hall. Sure, most of them don’t look like they used to but for many, the physical changes over time also mirrors the changes they’ve experienced on the inside as they matured and find themselves moving through the thick of life. And for some reason, I think it looks pretty good on them.
Okay…most of them. 😉