Over the past several years, I’ve been cutting my hair shorter as it becomes thinner. Some day soon, I’ll have to shave it completely. As a teenager, I had thick, dark curls. Those days feel like yesterday, but it’s actually been a decade.
The loss of my hair came as a surprise to me; I figured I wouldn’t have to worry about that until I was in my forties or fifties. No such luck, as it turns out. And yet, in a weird way (and in my better moments), I’m grateful. Because it has forced me to recognize that life passes quickly and I need to appreciate each moment. I now have a memento mori every time I look in the mirror.
