Mslazyboots in Himalayas wrote something that resonated with me. She said that:
“The more you document your life, the more you check in, you tweet, you blog, you capture moments, the more you do all of this stuff, the more you make stories out of it, and if you do that much, you became a spectator to your own life.” (Mslazyboots in Himalayas)
I like the proposition of using this blog to document my life. Not everything but most of it, especially the fun parts. The blanket of wandering and wondering, made up of photos, thoughts and musings.
Then there is the part of becoming a spectator in my own life. The 1st position of being a part of it and also observing it, from 2nd position. That is an enticing prospect because of the insights from the past that I will get, and applying the learnings from that into what I do going forward. That is why I blog and post photos.
Many times the words are inside me, roiling around, lost in my critical notions of what should see the light of day and what must remain in the dark, locked inside me.
When this happens no words come out and instead I post photos, like a silent 3rd position, the observer with a lens.
Absolute Beauty must be the most popular name for a beauty salon worldwide. A Google search yielded over 3 million results. I got through 10 pages and the links kept on referring to beauty salons from South Africa to New Zealand to Malaysia.
This can only mean like sex, beauty sells. Fortunes are made and spent in the pursuit of beauty.
But what is beauty?
If it’s just the way one looks then it’s a very 2-dimensional view because it is subjective and ignores the fact that we are complex creatures who are more than what we appear to be.
Remember your Mom telling you “Don’t judge a book by its cover?”
Maya Angelou’s famous quote:
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.”
In general youth is revered and is synonymous with beauty.
If I understand the quote correctly then it throws this completely on its head. If beauty is gained through change then older people are more beautiful than younger people.
I like this.
I’m in search of the perfect bag. Have been since high school. The search for that illusive bag that carries all that I need, not too bulky or heavy, where all items have their own neat slot thereby making each easily accessible. Who, in all seriousness, doesn’t want this bag?