Botox of the mind

TIME WARP... It is funny how we try and freeze our look in a grimace of youth, poisoning our cells so they can be mummified into a constant teen state. We try and fight this loosing battle in complete denial of the obvious and inevitable outcome, old age and death. Yet we slap on cream poke and poising our faces, scrub off layer of skin, pour acid on our cheeks, dip our faces in placenta belonging to animals we would not even share a yard with- all in the hope of looking 5 years younger. Much like we did as children digging ditches in the sand, building castles, and writing our names close to the sea line with the juvenile conviction that the water would never wash it away... I mean we even build a 4 centimetre wall! Inevitably and relentlessly the wave would wash away in a few seconds that that took a day to build.

Would we not be much happier if we could botox our mind? Recall and re-live with paralysed perfection an instant of our existence for as long as it would take for the poison to wear off? Would it not gratify us more to experience in full detail that one time as a teenager when we were driving to that party with music blasting, laughing friends tightly packed into our micro 4 hand car rather than looking in a mirror and seeing a 40 year old teenager staring back?

Maintaining our looks is an act of altruism, but botox of the mind is the true hedonism...