Everyone does it every now and again. The house is quiet and empty. Perhaps you are going through an album of old photographs. You find an old letter you wrote years ago, or you hear a song on the radio that ignites that hazy sense of nostalgia. Whatever it is, we all get these poignant moments of introspection. We find ourselves staring back at our reflection in the mirror of life past, thinking: “Whoa - what the hell happened to you”.
Your only tan comes from the glare of a PC monitor, and your only exercise involves trying to scratch that pesky itch between your shoulder blades.
And so there you are. Just look at you. Are those crow’s feet?
You are a little bewildered as to why you never ended up being that bronze gazillionaire Adonis you had originally planned to be. I mean where did it all go wrong? At what point did you suddenly veer of the path of greatness? One minute you’re walking a road of golden pavers, and the next you’re simply just another average pedestrian beside the highway.
Traffic passes regardless of whether you walk, run or highland fling yourself along the oft potholed pavement – it’s a constant flow of go.
It’s the traffic of life - a great slithering eel of multi-colored scales working its way through the streets, lanes, highways and byways of this world. No heed for a lonely traveler.
Look at you. There you are. Those are crows feet.
