The Beauty of Decay

Such subtle variations in purples in this dying tulip. It was a bright purple in full bloom. Now I appreciate it because of its ability to still offer beauty even in its decomposing.

How does my aging life offer beauty? It’s in the aging that the nuances appear. That the in-your-face boldness of youth and middle age releases into a gentle display of harmonics, a range of hues, a melding of dualistic thinking into living with paradox.

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