How much are we missing every day? The sunset? The child skipping down the street? The poem we don’t have time to read? The way the petals on the lily curl at the edges? The music wafting out of a subway station? The intricate arc at the top of the building we pass every day?
I was intriqued by this article and accompanying videos. (If it doesn’t load properly, keep trying.) A world class musician plays in a busy subway station, and almost nobody notices. Too much work to do. Too many deadlines. Too many meetings to attend. Too many bosses breathing down their necks.
Would you have stopped?
Updated to add: So, I’m sitting here thinking about beauty and art and – on a whim – I typed the following into my browser: www.beauty.com. Oh, this is too rich. You have to look. What do YOU think the wise ol’ internet thinks beauty is? I think that’s one of those words that has lost its power. (What was that quote from C.S. Lewis again, ccap?)
Perhaps if some of the people who are visiting beauty.com spent a little less of their time looking in the mirror for beauty, they’d have a little more time on their hands to stop when it’s right there in front of them in the subway station.