Last week I noticed a beautiful garden through a bush covered fence on my street. I’ve walked by that garden almost every single day for the last nine months and yet I never noticed it before. I suppose I was too busy thinking about how dirty the streets were and how much I wished people would keep their rubbish inside their bins.
Lightbulb moment. I’d been filtering out the beauty and focusing on the filth when I should have been thinking the other way around. The city I live in is not exactly sparkling clean. Particularly in student housing areas it is, how do I put it nicely?… a pig sty. However, I believe that there is a whole lot of beauty to be found anywhere you look for it.
This applies not only to outward aesthetics but to appreciating the ordinary moments of our lives. I’ve been trying to savour little moments, write them down, hold them so I don’t forget them. Life is uncertain. I don’t know what is ahead of me. However, I do know that I love the way things are right now.
I don’t have to wait for the future to start enjoying my life. I don’t have to live every day for my future ambitions. Neither do I have to wait to go to a national park to start appreciating the scenery around me. There is so much beauty and joy in ordinary things, in everyday moments.
I want to start looking for that beauty. I am by NO MEANS a photographer however I love the way that taking pictures allows you to appreciate light, and structure, and other important aestheticish things in ordinary scenes. So I’ve decided to start using my lil iPhone 4s to try and capture the beauty I see in my walk to school, my run in the park, my time spent studying, etc…
So far my project is going quite well. Here are some photos of ordinary beauty accompanied by lil moments when I realised how much I love my life:
Walking to the park to buy ice cream with friends in celebration of a successful exam completion and then running home under the teasing grey sky with my bag banging at my side because I needed to get my washing off the line before it started raining.
Sitting in a tree at the farm.
Walking to the library in the early morning under a clear blue sky. As caffeine raced through my veins, happy songs ran through my head.
Hiking, hiking, hiking with the wonderful people who made this year wonderful.
Walking on the pedestrian bridge over the sweetest lil train station that reminds me of Anne Of Green Gables or The Fiddler on the Roof and remembering that just like Anne and Hodel, I too am on a gloriously terrifying grown-up adventure.
Passing by train tracks everywhere I go and remembering that even though I can’t talk to him, my grandfather, who was obsessed with trains, is still out there somewhere rooting for me.
Making flower bouquets at the farm in good company.
Running around the park appreciating the view, the people, and the houses.