This was a fascinating read, a very sad commentary on how sucked dry many people's lives become. I was particularly struck by the paragraph that read: "The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother's heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too."Pretty amazing that in our busy lives, filled with meetings we talk ourselves into getting excited about, or at the very least, find some pleasure in, we choose not to let simple, even free, moments of rest to take in the world around us capture our attention.I would hope that as someone who played the violin for many years, I would not do the same thing that most everyone did during that 45 minutes in L'Enfant Plaza, but given my own propensity to rush, I'm not confident that I could say I would behave differently. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?
C-Lauff, you're a dork. I would have just mooned the guy. But that's because I'm awesome.
Great article Westy, thanks for sharing. As a train commuter I know what it's like to have the rush-rush-rush or follow the herd mentality but I try to hold onto the "stop and smell the roses" attitude and realize that every day holds some bit of beauty or uniqueness. Sometimes it's just recognizing the beauty of the morning skyline as the train pulls in, sometimes it's been a musician or artist at the station. Othertimes it might be someone mooning a musician... or not. But each day is a gift no matter how routine it may seem. Thanks again for the reminder of life's sweetness.
Roland,That's fine if you want to moon a world-class musician. Just make sure you don't call it a "thing of beauty"....uhh....because it's not.
C-Lauff - you're just mad that I thought of it first.
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