Don't hold on. Remember: life is ours to spend, not to keep. - Marty Rubin
Everyting is transient. The subtile existence of flowers, their fragile forms, incessant metamorphoses and inevitable decay. Appreciating beauty that is imperfect, impermanent and incomplete in nature. Nothing last, nothing is finished and nothing is perfect. The discovery of beauty in imperfection; the acceptance of the cycle of life and death.
Appreciate the moment, look for new value in the here and now. Find the beauty in the imperfect.