But do you know what the truth is?
Wrinkles are not traces of time.
They are traces of life.

And if they do appear, let them not be traces of fatigue and anxiety, but wrinkles from laughter, funny stories and sunny days.

Let jokes live in the corners of the eyes
Let the forehead remember surprise,
and the cheeks - laughter to tears.
Let each age be a holiday,
and not a sentence.

Growing old with joy means not losing yourself.
It means to continue laughing until you hiccup, dancing barefoot in the kitchen, flirting, dreaming, falling in love, making stupid jokes, learning new things and not being afraid to seem “not according to your age”.

Eternal youth is not skin
It’s a spark.
It’s when you’re 50, but you laugh like you’re 17.
When you’re wise, but still able to laugh at yourself.
When you’re not afraid to be light, bright, alive.

So let the wrinkles come —
but not from sadness,
but from a life lived with love, light and laughter.