It's hard watching people that you love grow old. It's like watching a flower grow and bloom, and then... slowly die. It's heart breaking. You had seen that flower at it's best; when it was beautiful and vivacious.
For some, the withering of a flower means that it is no longer worthy to be looked upon- to be adored.
But I think differently.
The more withered the flower becomes, the more fascinated I am with the character it develops. When a flower blooms, often you wouldn't be able to distinguish between it and the one next to it. But when flowers start to crumple and twist as they grow old, each takes on it's own shape; it's own unique traits. Though that seems like a weird analogy (and I agree, it is), I feel it's the same with humans. Granted they are beautiful when they are young, definitely gaze worthy, but even as they age, somehow they become more than just a human; they become a soul; an expression of the life they have led.
And I find that beautiful.
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