hair doesn't matter

being of the facebook age, i see pictures of old high school and college buddies. and have reconnected with people that passed through my life...that, without all this technology, would have remained only in my memories.

most everyone is changed. those i had a crush on - fat, receding hairlines, etc. maybe i should have just kept them in my memories.

but when i look at these pictures and read about their lives, i see that same person i remember. that same youthful spirit with a full head of hair. and my thoughts of them do not change. in fact, i think my feelings are deepened as i wish them well and see them past the prime so to speak.

so there are all these new hair surgeries and plastic surgeries. oh where oh where is that fountain of youth. but it's inside. everyone has it. just because your skin gets wrinkly or your hairline starts heading south, it's still the same you. and if you see the same you, everybody else will too.

so i'm glad i see the story continued 10 or 15 or 20 or more years later of those flashes of youthful spirit in my head. it's inspiring. it's awe-some. live just keeps moving on.