Not coming back
Not coming back
As many of you know, I recently turned thirty. This is not so bad anymore as I realize that it’s just another year. The first few days before and after my birthday were some of the hardest days I have ever had to encounter, but I made it through and am now on my way to a new life.
I decided to shave my head as I always do in the summer months. Over the past couple of years I have noticed a rapid decline in my hair’s thickness, particularly to the front portion. In thinking about the remaining follicles, it is probably not a good idea that I take a razor to them, but I do. I am bad boy. The other morning I was getting ready to shave again and stopped to look in the mirror. After gazing at a very good-looking face for a while, I focus on my hairline. It was gone baby gone. I always knew it. One day the fro would be no more.
So, it’s not coming back. Like sands through the hourglass, so are the hairs on my head. I have to accept that I will be wearing the baldhead look for the rest of my days on the spaceship earth. The sad thing is that I don’t even have to shave my facial hair but once a week. (A trait that I get from my late father.) I shuffle through pictures of me with hair and will now have to chuckle, these days are far behind me…. “I use to have hair back in my 20’s”, is a statement I might need to get used to.
Symbolically, changes in our lives happen without question. No one knows how or why they do they just do. I have known that this change in my hair would come one day. I guess when it was time to happen, I am just not ready to say goodbye, but have to accept that my hair is gone, but that’s okay… there is nothing wrong with being a sexy bald brotha….
As many of you know, I recently turned thirty. This is not so bad anymore as I realize that it’s just another year. The first few days before and after my birthday were some of the hardest days I have ever had to encounter, but I made it through and am now on my way to a new life.
I decided to shave my head as I always do in the summer months. Over the past couple of years I have noticed a rapid decline in my hair’s thickness, particularly to the front portion. In thinking about the remaining follicles, it is probably not a good idea that I take a razor to them, but I do. I am bad boy. The other morning I was getting ready to shave again and stopped to look in the mirror. After gazing at a very good-looking face for a while, I focus on my hairline. It was gone baby gone. I always knew it. One day the fro would be no more.
So, it’s not coming back. Like sands through the hourglass, so are the hairs on my head. I have to accept that I will be wearing the baldhead look for the rest of my days on the spaceship earth. The sad thing is that I don’t even have to shave my facial hair but once a week. (A trait that I get from my late father.) I shuffle through pictures of me with hair and will now have to chuckle, these days are far behind me…. “I use to have hair back in my 20’s”, is a statement I might need to get used to.
Symbolically, changes in our lives happen without question. No one knows how or why they do they just do. I have known that this change in my hair would come one day. I guess when it was time to happen, I am just not ready to say goodbye, but have to accept that my hair is gone, but that’s okay… there is nothing wrong with being a sexy bald brotha….
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