I would like to share this pictorial post differently than I normally do.
So if you would, please look through the photos I took first, and then I will share my thoughts afterward.
And I ask that you view them closely; noticing the decaying details.
Oddly enough, there is something about urban decay that I find beautiful.
And not only how it looks, but how it feels.
I’ve seriously pondered why I find such beauty in decay, and I think I know the reason.
It’s actually the same reason why I hold reverence for our elderly, and why I view them beautiful as well.
Urban decay is a reminder for me.
I can look at decay in two ways:
*I can see it as something depressing and sad for what was once new and physically intact.
*Or I can see it for the value it still holds.
We will all eventually age and produce wrinkles, sunspots, lose hair, lose mobility, and gradually go through the process of physical decay.
Just like an aging building does, with its chipped paint, discoloration, broken windows, and its loss of original structure.
However, when I look at urban decay or our elderly, that’s not what I see.
I see beauty within the decay.
And the energy and spirit that went into creating it.
So the next time you look at a decaying building or an elderly person, and you think, “Oh, how sad....they're getting so old."
Look closer. Deeper.
Because the beauty and value they contribute to this world, is still there.
Decay and age are only the reminders.
That it's still beautiful...
|I saw this adorable woman sitting in the food court the other day, and she brought a HUGE smile to my heart. Yup...still bringing beauty and color to the world!|
Have a beautiful weekend everyone!