By Emily Truong
As I grow older, I find myself more at peace when I appreciate the little things in life.
The rust and the faded paint, the messy placements and the worn out patches.
There’s this certain chaos that you don’t find anywhere else. Things that seem misplaced and sloppy but every little detail has this vigorous permanence, this timeless beauty that stood the testimony of time. In their permanence, I find peace. I find my assurance that though I might change, some parts of me won’t go away – the rust and the faded paint, the messy placements and the worn out patches.
They are always going to be here, they are my silver linings in the midst of chaos
