Wabi-Sabi

"Dead leaves lay still, even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decayed imperfection." Taken from a quote by _Constance La France On an orbital rotation around our planet every day, nothing stays the same. We change our surroundings change, our thoughts change, constantly evolving into what we are and what we will be tomorrow. Everything changes. Some things grow bigger or older, some are renewed, restored or replaced, some break or decay. Nothing stays exactly the same. Therefore we are never finished changing. As it was intended, or broken, still nothing is perfect forever. Regrettably Rolls Royce rust. Aren’t you ashamed of me?”, said the pot with the crack. “Every day you carry me, yet I only bring half the water back.” The old woman replied. ”Didn’t you notice I carry you on the same side? You do a great job and I always carry you with much pride. You see every day, as I walk back you water each flower. All these beautiful flowers are because of you." Knowing a fault and making use of it, not alienating the item because of its fault but accentuating it, creates joy. "When you were perfect, I loved you when you were not, I loved you more.” The old woman kept the withered pressed bouquet, it’s in a box displayed on the shelf. From their wedding day, glorious red roses, now in decay. She smiles as she remembers its beauty and that of herself. The flowers she kept, emphasizing their imperfections caused by age, give her joy. She loved them when they were perfect, their beauty actually means more to her now that they are not perfect, as their remnants have lasted all these years. All things must be looked upon as spiritually one and of use either aesthetically or practically, (or able to be recycled).