Lord, Give Me Wisdom not Wrinkles

Are you afraid of growing old? Some of the young and modern women probably will say yes. Long line ladies and girls crammed skin care clinics in order to slow down aging or reverse their youth in major cities of Indonesia. The recent government announcement to withdraw some 70 dangerous cosmetics and skin care products wide distributed in the archipelagos gives no shocking to this crowd. Some people overlook the hazardous side effects because of a desire to get instant and visible younger look.

The precedent is far more obvious in South Korea, the country that earned “the plastic surgery kingdom” name. The inconvenient feeling of Korean women mostly with their eyes, nose and chin gives enormous revenues to this field. A report from Cholsun Ilbo (the nation English Newspaper) says there are more than 400 plastic surgery and dermatologist clinics spread in Kangnam District alone. This area become ground that attract young and mid-age ladies not only from the country but elsewhere outside Korea. Japan, China, Taiwan, Singapore, Indonesia are some of the countries that contribute to the Korean Economic through the beauty businesses. In the time of economic crisis, when many industrial companies gravely wounded, the plastic surgery is one way to boost national income by lure medicals tourists.

Why it is become such a trend in our modern life? Why for some people looks and appearance becoming major assets to set a self identity? Isn’t it something that we can’t hold for eternity?

If someone asks me whether or not I share the same fear of growing old, I will honestly answer yes. But for a different reason. It is not the wrinkles or sagging skin that feared me the most. What fear me the most is growing old without getting wise. Gain nothing but age from the nature. Learn nothing but failures from the school of life. Finding myself, 20-30 years from now in the corner of a nursery house helplessly regretted the past.

My life is yield to the purpose of God. I have more concern to the poverty in our society, lack of education and opportunities in children, moral crisis in youngsters, emotionally and physically hurt in families. I am starving to be significant, motivational and inspirational by how I handle life’s crisis and survive from difficult trials. That’s what drives my life. That’s what makes me afraid of getting old. I wonder if I have enough time to fulfill my destiny. I am worry of spending my time out of target.

Beauty will fade, riches will decay, flesh will decompose but deeds remain ever after.