Wilted beauty.

Old essay I wrote for my creative writing class, not the best but oh well!! (￣▽￣)"

When I was younger everyone around me told me that death was a scary thing, that I should want to be young forever; being old to them was the worst thing on the planet.

Death isn’t something I look forward to, but it is something I don’t fear in this world. The same goes for growing old, though I don’t want to be old yet, I look forward to the beauty of the life cycle. I see people my age fearing signs of aging, it could be little wrinkles from their laughter or their smile. I see some people fear grey hairs when they don’t even have silver locks. I see people afraid of even their own genuine complexion; I don’t get it.

Becoming old and wilting away like a slowing dying rose is something I find beautiful within the world; Wrinkling skin that looks like a flowing river, our hair that slowly becomes thinner and thinner as time goes on and hopefully becoming sweeter than any delicacy. Getting the chance to hopefully relax in this beautiful yet cruel world is something I look forward to as my time goes on and my future changes with every move I make. I wish the world wasn’t the way it was, I wish we were given the choice to enjoy the life we live without the fear of our natural causes; I can’t comprehend it. I understand people yearn for the times where they had no fears in the world, no worries about not being able to pay taxes, back when they would hold onto their parents while being told that the first day of school won’t be as bad as they feel it would be. I understand it, I am the same way. I constantly wish I could go back to being a little kid, even though I didn’t understand some things happening to and around me weren’t right, I was still happier, more genuine. But the cycle of getting old should be perceived the same way, at least that’s how I feel about it, you don’t have to worry about what score you will make on your test, if your family will love or hate who you love, the worry of each insecurity you hold. I feel like truly getting older is also the chance to finally see how both outside and within are truly beautiful. Getting older to me means also learning how to love yourself just the way you are, maturing and aging to me is finally seeing there is nothing wrong with how you look or how you sound, there is nothing wrong with us, physically. I even see people afraid of what tattoo to get because when they get older it “won’t look good”, do you not enjoy that though? Seeing a choice you made aging along with you?

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People don’t grow old alone, I see millions of people fearing that when their dewy days will be spent by themselves, yes people want a lover to grow old with them, but not having a lover to wilt with you does not mean you are alone, you could have a pet aging with you, though they don’t talk they still show the loving actions other people can’t. You aren’t alone when you age with the beauty of the nature around you, the soft grass on your skin as you watch the birds love one another? Loneliness does not exist if you take the time to appreciate the little things like that. Even when you die, laying in the soft bed of the earth? Letting the bugs eat at you as the memories you hold overwhelm them as they eat at your mind, loneliness does not exist with that. Ashes being thrown into a river or being sprinkled on the grass, you still lay with something living. Even ashes kept in homes, you are never alone if your ashes are kept.

I hope for the day people stop fearing themselves and start loving what they have and what holds for them, I believe we could be happier that way, less worried, and less anxious.