Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. (Franz Kafka, late Bohemian novelist)
This is not so much a promise of immortality as an observation about growing old with full appreciation of life. As we age, we sometimes become a bit morose, longing for the “good ole days” with memories that are probably better than what life really was like back then. Focusing on the flowers rather than the mud will prolong our sense of beauty in our declining years.
Be joyful. Grow to maturity. Encourage each other. Live in harmony and peace. Then the God of love and peace will be with you (2 Corinthians 13:11).