On the Beauty of Decay
It is a common human failing to seek permanence in a universe defined by entropy. We build monuments of stone, yet mountains crumble. We write words of love, yet languages die. There is a profound, melancholic beauty in this inevitable decay. To embrace the transient is not to succumb to nihilism, but to appreciate the acute preciousness of the moment. The wilting rose is no less beautiful than the bud; its fading petals tell a story of life lived, of sun and rain, a story the bud has yet to learn. In this acceptance, we find a more authentic connection to the world as it is, not as we wish it to be.