Imperfect Beauty

Old, weathered and peeling, this side of a barn.
Yet I can see the beauty in this imperfection.
So much more interesting to explore
Than a newly painted side.
Can I think of myself in the same way?
The beauty of imperfection,
The lines and cracks that give character
And speak of passing time and events.
Can I let go of the preconceived idea of beauty?
And embrace what is before me...
Just as it is?