Age Is A Luxury
In hospitality, ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ is a luxury.
We call it:
Heritage.
Character.
History.
Something worth preserving.
Weathered walls become ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐.
Imperfect stones become ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐.
Time becomes ๐๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฒ.
But in life, we do the opposite.
We call whatโs aged in us:
Damage.
Wear.
Something to fix.
Something to hide.
When itโs often the same thing.
What has ๐น๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ.
What has carried ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฒ๐
๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ.
What has ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ.
Nothing that has survived you is ever 'less.'
In places, we call it ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ.
In people, we should call it ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐๐ต.
๐๐ผ๐๐ต ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ.
