In a world that often glorifies youth and strives for the facade of eternal perfection, it's easy to forget the profound beauty that comes with aging. In my own moment of revelation, I found myself in a trendy coffee shop in Toronto's Yorkville, surrounded by faces that appeared flawlessly sculpted, with every wrinkle smoothed away and every imperfection concealed beneath layers of makeup. It was a tableau of what some may consider "perfection," a testament to the relentless pursuit of an unattainable ideal.