Twenty years ago, give or take, I was watching a man’s bruised face while riding the Tube to Richmond from Covent Gardens and it struck me how much we interpret people’s motives, temperaments, life histories, intelligence levels and artistry by their faces.
How jarring and, potentially, lonely it could be if born inside a face you never felt was authentically yours?
So here is my challenge – to myself and to the world.
Try to spend a day inside the face of the next person we gaze upon.
It may just change the way we jump to conclusions about perfect strangers.
Our relationship with aging, in Western society, is increasingly upside down and inside out. No wonder people are dying on the inside before they look old on the outside.
We spend billions of dollars each year – a figure growing annually – on potions, pills, strict dietary regimes, gravity-defying fashions, time on surgeons tables in a vain attempt to defy the law of nature.
What on Earth are people trying to achieve?
We are all growing older, every single day. And that’s cool. It is a life experience that should be viewed as a privilege countless billions of fellow humans will never know. Continue reading “Why aging is sexy”