We kill flowers because we think they are beautiful,
and we kill ourselves because we think we aren't.

Well, I am never convinced when people say beauty fades away.No, beauty stays, It stays in all its glory.It only shifts shapes as it gets old. I know one of a beautiful house thats now withering away.But its still somehow, as beautiful as the first time I stepped in it, years ago. My old grandma is still beautiful with wrinkles that time brought. Beauty is not in the face; Beauty is the light in the heart. And if  beauty were to fade away with time. We'd only be left with horrors of glorious past.