What do you see when you look in the mirror?

I see wrinkles. Each of them from days of my life traveling around the world and back. I see wrinkles from my days on the beaches of Curacao and forgetting whatever else I had left behind. I see wrinkles from too many heartaches and disappointments from those I trusted. I see wrinkles from all the glorious and joyful experiences I've had. My wrinkles are my signs of experience and youth. Memories both good and bad that have shaped me into what I am now. What I see are wrinkles that are all the roadmaps in my lifetime and those roads aren't ending just yet.