I was looking at my faded roses the other day and strange thoughts were coming to mind...These questions still bother ...The beautiful pale pink roses have started to fade very fast; they have a very short life. But aren't they beautiful even with their withering leaves and faded color? Isn't the color more intense and rich at the end of their lives?








In a way, the roses resemble our lives, human lives.  Like roses we are born beautiful and fresh and as we age our beauty and vigor vanish. Aren't humans roses with short existence and fading beauty?  Is that the truth? 







It seems to me that we have always been more prone to connect beauty with youth only. However, looking at these gorgeous dying roses, I see in them an indisputable proof that beauty comes in all ages, shapes, and forms.





We should never ignore that fact. We should always remember that despite our ages, conditions, and circumstances we remain beautiful, don't we?





Look at these flowers, we can't figure out why they are beautiful. They just are. And right now, they are helping me to embrace aging and to understand that if I learn to honor my time on Earth and accept that I am going to fade, I have to live a better life because of it. There is no question about that, I am certain.







Someone once said that no matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.  
We are all unique and always have something to give to the world... just like these roses... 
 






I think the roses give me the answer: We all age,  but as long as we embrace aging and we are at peace with who we are, we might fade like them, with beauty, integrity, and grace... 




And don't even think that nobody is going to notice how precious your fading beauty is because "there are always beautiful flowers for those who want to see them"/Henri Matisse/ 

Being happy with the outcome of these photos I decided to use the images of the roses and, let's say, prolong their lives by creating a postcard for a friend who soon is going to celebrate her birthday. 









  Tomorrow this card crossing the ocean is going to reach Europe and spread the fading beauty of my roses.







 Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
- Kafka, Franz

Embrace aging, dear friend, and know that beauty fades, but only the one that doesn't come from inside.
You are special and you will always be beautiful! Just ask your 3-year old.