Things change over time. They age and often become the effect of their environment. Whether this change is good or bad depends on so much. Most often, it depends on who is looking.
I’m not talking about gray hair. Although that would seem to apply too. I’m talking in a broader sense.
Take this weathered fence for example. The wood is worn, eaten away in spots, and brittle. It appears to be on the verge of crumble.
Yet, when I look at it, I see a beautiful example of strength and pertinacity.
When I get old — say 80 or 90 years old — I want to be like this piece of wood — strong, ready for more, and beautiful to the eyes of my beholder.
Disclaimer: Number for “old” subject to change.