At first, it was barely noticeable: a few strands here, a few there; certainly nothing to be alarmed about. At least that is what I told myself. However, I was in denial for I was clearly showing the dreaded signs of aging: dermatologists call it MPB or Male Pattern Baldness; a receding hairline and thinning hair.
Holding the casualty of yet another fallen follicle in my hand, I cried out: “Oh look, there’s another hair that will never regrow.” I was taught in Sunday School that God knew everything about me, including the number of hairs on my head. Well, these days it takes Him less time to count!
But what are we to do? Are we not men? Warriors who gallantly stand united and proclaim, “Do not go gentle into that good night!” So, we rage on in this futile fight to retain our manes by whatever means possible. And in doing so, “collectively spend over $1 billion (that’s billion with a ‘B’!) a year on shampoos, hair pieces, lotions, pills and follicle transplants to cover up our exposed craniums.” (ABC News)
We expend so much effort, energy and money trying to hold onto what we have and fear the aging process that we fail to pay attention to the greater lesson of life that is unfolding right before us. Moses figured it out when he proclaimed:
“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalms 90:12.
These signs of aging can be a blessing in disguise: every lost hair, every sign of aging, should serve to remind us that our days on this Earth are limited and that we need to live them to their fullest. While I prefer keeping my remaining hair as long as possible, I will take this opportunity to remind myself that life is fleeting, my days are numbered; and ask myself the ultimate question of life: “Am I fulfilling my purpose?”
Oh, look. Is that another hair I see?