Beautiful Things That Don't Last

 They say beauty is in the details. Today, the details feel a little heavy.

I spent the morning organizing my closet, folding towels, trying to keep everything in my life neat and tidy. I’m good at that. Keeping things in order. Making sure everything looks perfect from the outside.

I put on my favorite jeans, fixed my hair, and told myself it was going to be a good Sunday.

But then I went to the market.

I bought these lilies a few days ago. They were so bright and full of life. Now, look at them.

It’s funny how quickly things change, isn’t it? One minute, something is blooming and beautiful. The next, it’s fading in the bottom of a tote bag on a hot asphalt road.

I didn’t throw them away. I couldn’t. Maybe I’m too sentimental. Or maybe I just hate the idea of giving up on something just because it’s a little broken.

I think that’s why I’m here, writing this. I’m tired of the "fast food" version of life. Fast dating, fast conversations, flowers that die in two days. I want something that lasts. Something that doesn't wither the moment you take it home.

I want the kind of love that looks at the wilted flower and still sees the beauty in it.

Does that kind of patience still exist? Or am I just the only one saving dead flowers on a Sunday afternoon?

Katey x❤