Which brings me to my next point—nothing new, save for a baby, compares to the beauty of the old. Most houses are built today without personality, aiming more for functionality, similar to automobiles. Things are built to break, to be replaced, to be rebuilt, but not for beauty, and in most cases, not to last. It seems a shame, doesn’t it? But the other day, I drove past a barn that made me smile—it was an old building, being lovingly repaired to its former glory. A small gesture, yes, but it gives me hope that all that was so beautiful is not quite ready to be replaced.