The Character of Things

I’ve always loved how the green tones of summer take on a whole new meaning as the rust begins to slowly take over in the fall. It always reminds me what an odd notion it is that signs of age such as rust, scars or any other form of what most would consider “damage” are often only riddled with negative or purely nostalgic connotations. In some contexts they can be quite beautiful in their own right, age and wear add character - those things are signs of experience, of having lived a full life and having some damn good stories to tell. Those are the marks that show you had the guts to put yourself out there time and time again. To be the one that dared have the courage and grit to push yourself to the point where you got busted up enough that you won’t forget it for the rest of your life. It's something you’ll carry with you every day. Those things go into everything you are and do, that’s the beauty in it. If there’s one thing I’ve learned the older I get, it’s that I will always appreciate the realness that rests in that over the false guise of perfection any day.