“The town’s so small, how could anybody not look you in the eye or wave as you drive by? The world is such a wonderful place.” – Band of Horses (“Ode to LRC”)
Beauty beauty beauty beauty beauty. It’s everywhere: color, shapes, texture, sound, emotion, language, thought, interaction, fear, dreams, creativity. It’s easy to forget though, our physical and mental lives become normalized too often. It feels like we’re all searching for an answer or something to magically make us happy, but the pure aspects of our world and the fact that we simply exist in such a strange and unique place should keep us beyond fascinated for all of our lives. I often forget how shockingly amazing everything around me is at every moment. When I go on trips I often return feeling as if I’ve been living blindly for too long. Living with a paper bag suffocating my senses and my ability to see things how they truly are. Traveling, exploring the unseen corners in your mind, is a gift. The world in my head is far more grandiose than the one my eyes can see… or are they one in the same?
Appreciate the wonders of this planet and let them urge you to do something and be someone…anyone. If these thoughts of appreciation and gratitude swarmed our minds all the time though, then their significance would die. We would be in awe in every moment, and thus the awe would become conventional, nothing would stand out, and we would perceive the world as bland. However it’s important to see that we exist in an infinite toy store within the ocean of space that fits inside our eyes. (Silly thought: If all of this is produced by my brain, then it feels like my eyes are backwards. They should actually be looking inside my head if they want to see the world, but it looks like it’s the other way around, maybe?) Our sensory world is generated within our head and our head is matter inside the sensory world. The concepts of “inside” and “outside” are relative to us humans anyways. What a wonder. The mystery remains utterly mesmerizing; it bathes me in joy.
“After all these years I have observed that beauty, like happiness, is frequent. A day does not pass when we are not, for an instant, in paradise.” – Jorge Luis Borges
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