Beautiful in decay
I love tulips. They are beautiful at every stage, but I find them especially expressive when the petals are starting to whither, just before they fall.
If only the same could be true about humans. I look at my skin, at the strand of grey hairs carefully hidden beneath all the brown, at my teeth that are not what they once were, and I see no beauty, only decay, and it scares me. I am afraid of getting older, and I think at the core of it is the terror of your limits growing more and more narrow.
When you are young you can conquer the world, but with each year, your options become fewer. Some because of choices you make, others simply because you lack the strength (of will, or physically) to do them. Some things just fade away, become things you once wanted, but no more seem important. Other things take over, like the comfort craving. I’ve thought a lot about that. A big part of it is good, I know. But there’s also a part that seems like yet another limit to what life can be.
Archived comments from my old publishing system:
Nice photos. Like them.
M-o-m: 5 – 2005-2-23 3:59
Lotta from Stockholm writes:
M-o-m: 5 – 2005-2-26 20:59