Today, I noticed my first white hair. It’s a small, wispy reminder that I’m getting older. But instead of feeling sad or stressed about aging, I choose to see it as a sign of wisdom.
Every year we live, we learn new lessons, gain new experiences, and grow wiser. Our white hairs are a physical manifestation of that wisdom and growth.
So, I embrace my first white hair. I’ll embrace everyone that comes after it too. And I’ll keep learning, growing, and becoming wiser every day.
I’m grateful for every year I’ve lived and for every lesson I’ve learned. I’m excited for all the wisdom and growth that’s yet to come.
The first time I saw a white hair on my head, I thought to myself that I must live long enough to see the last one turn white. Until God wills it.