Gray hair

I was watching the video… link here… about calm, love…

Blooming trees…

New beginnings.

You know this channel, I talked about it earlier, so I really hope you still remember amazing Liziqi. And skipping if it is a Chinese manipulation etc… that love between those two is everything.

And then, there was something about grey hair. About getting older and still… see, for me my Grandmother was a hottie. But for me most beautiful she was when she got older. Calmer, wiser even beyond wise… And during watching the main character of this amazing account… again I saw her connection with her Grandmother and…

I melted.

Again…

… one more time..

Someone translated a poem used there, in comments thankfully, and I cried…
“Don’t laugh at an old woman who has gray hair but still wears flowers.
A woman’s beautiful appearance will be destroyed by time; the time of youth will also pass with time. But if you have poetry in your heart, then years can’t erase your glory.
The real beauty lies in her inner, not in her appearance.”

As humans we treat the process of growing old so cruelly. Yes, on this photo is me, younger, and my Grandma… Will I get all wrinkly and old, maybe? Maybe I will grow up. For now, I know much more than then. I do not bow so often, I learned to say NO. I learn to protect myself, still… And I see how women treat women and I hate it. I see how female is important only as a toy… it is a weird, hard, cruel world where something called “Hotel Paradise” is more important than trees, nature… okay, I have no TV, but Googled, sadly, will not repeat it…

And all those people, so stuffed with plastic, nothing wise being rich and popular, being… heroes? WTF?

… and…

I know more now Grandma…

Still not enough, though maybe enough would be too much for me?

Maybe…

I miss you Grandma!

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