Resilience

There is a sense of acceptance in this moment, fading petals and wilting stems. The final stages of something that was once full of colour and life. What remains is not weakness, but release. A quiet surrender to the inevitable.

Nature does not try to hold on. Nor does it resist the cycle. There is no urgency to return to bloom or struggle against what is already changing. It feels peaceful to witness these changes. As though they already understand something we often try to forget. Endings are not failures. Decline does not erase meaning. There is a natural order to things, and it does not require our control. 

We spend much of our lives chasing permanence. We try to hold things in place, to stop them from changing, to keep things the way they are. But nature does not work like this way. It grows, fades, and begins again in a never-ending cycle of renewal. The truth is not only in the full bloom, but in the falling away. It exists wholly in the acceptance that nothing is meant to last forever.

You might expect sorrow. Instead, you find stillness. A soft acceptance that reminds you not everything has to be restored. Some things are meant to end. And even in that, they carry something worth noticing. Something honest and long-lasting that carries on and shapes us for the better.