The older we get, the more experiences we have. Whether bad or good, they mold us into who we are.
Glories, challenges, tragedies. We’re all made up of these.
As we age, our bodies take a beating. Whether it be injuries, illnesses or scars, our souls take on the same.
We must accept all of this “rust”. The older we are, the more rust we bear.
The rust is what makes us beautifully decayed.