Last Sunday I packed a sandwich and Clint and headed North. When I was about to reach my destination, realised that nobody was gonna catch up with me and decided to go even further, all the way to the last stop. Freaking romantic movie with a train included, but I was more like in a very thoughtful mood. This post is about beauty (again) as I think my whole mind revolves around aestethics - too much and too bad sometimes (it leads my behaviour), but it also makes me live in colours. My life after 'DA BREAK-UP' was gray with hints of red, now I know the fire is back (come on baby light my fire).
So, beautiful moment number one: Kronborg Slot. I was walking to the castle along with all those Chinese tourists, and the beauty of it made me stop. The stone-path was just another stone-path, but thinking about all these people that have been there hit me like a bucket. And I took a picture of it. I had the same feeling in Prague (although I was moody and tired), and in Kyoto and now I began to sound too 'I've been everywhere', but my point was that beauty does not come from just the aesthetical feeling. Nice is good, but what lies behind transforms statics into movement, gives the complete picture an unforgettable flavour.
Think about all those honey-mooners travelling across Europe. Or the lovely Aussies or the Japanese that want to see-it-all in a budget and within two weeks because they live so freaking far away. I have rebelled to be one, although I definitely end up buying a catalogue or a key-chain or taking a picture of the-whole-monument. We, humans, are exposed to an enormous amount of information and just few shots stay. So when I am at a special place, I like to freeze time and take a mind picture (or a real one) and so I get a small tattoo of that moment in my heart. I have 'a tattoo' of the perfect evening I spent with Artboy a year ago, drinking wine and solving life. And a recent one of Christiania at 6 a.m., my hand in the hands of one amazing soul I met. I have a quite painful one of when I got back to Mexico right after the brake-up and saw mom and lille bro and my darling friend. I was home, I was home, I was home... nobody could hurt me there anymore.
Anyway, it was beautiful sitting outside Kronborg and watch the Sound and Sweden and smiling at people. Something broke inside of me - I perhaps began to let go.
Beautiful moment two: I found a gospel concert. A terrible one. But they began singing something about 'in the morning everything will be alright' and as corny as I was born, I felt like crying. I could feel the energy of those women, who very likely have simple and sterilized Danish lives, giving their best and being truly happy to share what they had, or to show off, or who knows what.
So, there's beauty in the world if you dare to stop life for a second. Is like when you are sustained by a mechanical lung at a hospital and somebody suddenly disconnects it - the feeling of being back is so powerful...
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I know a story about a little girl. Every time I met her, she was smiling. Nothing but smiling.
She left her home country and all her friends behind to be out there in the world; she smiled.
She started life in a new world, all by her self; she smiled.
She made new friends, had great experiences, met all different types of cultures; she smiled.
She met the man of her dreams, grew closer to him, wanted to belong to him; she smiled.
Her world tumbled down, she broke up with her boy; she smiled... with tears in her eyes.
She got up, got herself together and went on with her life; and now... she smiles.
My point is (freely quoting a person I hold very dear): Smiling is good, but what lies behind transforms static’s into movement, gives the complete picture an unforgettable flavour...
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Not every smile is a drop of sunlight. Not every tear belongs to a crossed out heart. Not every stone path has the warm and excited atmosphere of history. However, by putting your own footprints on that very stone path, your create history that is worth telling. Not in the been-there-done-that kinda way; but in a sense that you have been there, you respected it and you put it on your list of 'things worth while'.
And now, getting slightly weird... When you hold YOUR list of 'things worth while' in one hand and YOUR list of 'people worth while' in the other, who do you find between the both; Exactly!
If one realizes that life isn't about getting up every morning to do 'your thing' until you get to bed, but about connecting fine experiences with fine people, one cannot deny that each and every person and each and every place in the world are a necessaries in life. And if one does understand that every person and every place has his/her/its pros and cons, one soon realizes that every drop of sunlight, dries out every heartfelt teardrop.
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Knowing that a simple smile can ban out every monster that hides under your bed; knowing that under war struck and pollution there is a hell of a beautiful world and REALIZING that you are one of the ones connecting feelings, experiences and people; THAT’s breath taking! That’s the point where you should smile.
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Your last comment made me reflect upon two items.
First of all, there's this scene in 'American Beauty' where the darky-weirdo-drug-trafficant says: 'There's so much beauty in the world that sometimes I feel I cannot take it'.
I think you are on that side of life - finding beauty in the least expected places. And what is most - finding it on people. That is the real challenge. We are surrounded by prejudgements and misunderstandings, so the possibilities of the people might never unfold unless you are actually receptive.
The second thing I though about was this idea of a girl 'always' smiling. And of course, what lies behind. My Czech friend, who bravely went to Mexico from the US without a clue of anything, told me that the first word he learnt was 'feliz' - 'happy'. It is not that people has always everything in life, but guess my fellow countrymen have a sunny disposition. We are truly happy with very little - blame it to Webber's Protestant Ethics, but smiling is sometimes our ways to exorcise reality. That doesn't mean at all times a lie, but a hope. When you give up hope, you end up with your hands empty and have to manage with reality only, that has nothing exciting if it doesn't cling to a dream.
Beautiful words, and it's only words, and words are all I have to take your heart away...
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