And then I looked in the mirror, and saw a streak of gray in my hair.
I haven’t run a marathon. I haven’t owned a house. I haven’t lived anywhere more than three years since I was 18 years old. Now I’m 33, and I have a streak of gray in my hair.
I haven’t travelled abroad. I haven’t been in a fist fight. I haven’t gotten blackout drunk and woken up in a strange place. I haven’t hitchhiked. I haven’t gone dancing. I haven’t hosted a Thanksgiving dinner. I haven’t taken a cruise, but now I have a streak of gray in my hair.
I haven’t written a book. I haven’t started a business. I haven’t made investments. I haven’t sought my fortune. I haven’t been called by Destiny. I haven’t learned from my mistakes. I haven’t found what I am looking for. I haven’t seized the moment. I haven’t let go of the past. I haven’t blazed a trail. I haven’t heard opportunity knocking. I haven’t picked up the pieces. I haven’t found the silver lining.
But I have looked in the mirror, and under all the years and chances, the delays and obstacles, the stumbling and slacking, the roads not taken, and dreams not pursued…there is a streak of gray in my hair.