A lot of things deteriorate with time. Health for one. There’s also the aspect of faded beauty. Though I suppose one thing in particular gets better, relatively so and that is our ability to accept.
Allow me to explain.
With everything that is too hard to swallow, there’s always acceptance at the very core. Grief, sickness and change in general have this in common. Even though the truth is hard to accept at first, eventually, the mind concedes to it.
This concession is what I believe is refined with age. Ultimately, denial will always linger, even to the very end. We as human beings are inclined to some measure of control. Perhaps it is our recessive godlike quality.
Because of this, we remain rooted to our expectations. We fight to actualise them up until reality snuffs us out. We were born to see perfection personified and we will have it by any means necessary.
That said, our idealism and reality are constantly at opposition. Like twins born to sit the same throne, they fight for dominance. Acceptance is the only exception to their bloody conquest.
I’ve had to accept a lot of things I previously resisted. The loss of my hair stands paramount among them. It wasn’t an option. I had no choice but to accept it.
Perhaps that is why, as a concept, it outlives us. Whether or not we wish to, we must all accept in the end. Resistance is futile because we will be subdued to this reality eventually.
No one can triumph over acceptance.
That said, it is only when we recognise the benefit of acceptance in freeing us from futility that we can begin to tap into its power.
For in the end, que sera sera.
