When did it all begin ...

Every day I look at myself in the mirror I failed to see their existences on my face.  The face that look back at me is a face I have seen and known for all my life, the face that I tended to day and night.   The face that at times smile sweetly in good times and grimaced with distaste in hard times but not a hint of these additional features to be seen. 

Looking at this picture, their presence is so visible, so obvious, why didnt I notice them before.  These TINY LINES ... 


Their presence on my once flawless complexion bothers me, not because its a sign of maturity but the fact that I wasn't aware when they start to appear and stay on my face.  When did it all begin ... when did those lines start creeping on my face ... where was I when it all happened?  Why didnt I see them, is it because I refuse to accept their presence,   close my eyes and only see what I want to see?  Since these lines are there already I am accepting them with gratefulness, I want to think that these lines enhance my look.  A friend once said, accept old age with open heart and grow old gracefully ...