This dead rose is a reminder that beauty knows no time. Some people think their peak was in their twenties or early thirties, but I don’t think beauty holds a boundary of time. Society leads us to believer we have to get rid of our wrinkles and dye our grey hair in order to look younger, brighter and fresher, which will then make us appear more beautiful. This is a lie. Real beauty is about waking up, looking in the mirror and choosing to love what you see.