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Beautiful Things

13 March, 2004 (02:23) | Philosophy

People just don’t seem to appreciate true beauty anymore. Perhaps, at 22, I shouldn’t be waxing nostalgic yet, but I know I don’t appreciate beauty nearly enough. I have an affinity for ballet and art museums not for their cultural value — I really could care less about what these things say about the author’s society or the artist’s life — but for their beauty. And yet, I don’t go to museums and looks at the pretty pictures. I sit around and think about going to see these pictures.

So often I see people walking down the street with their head down, eyes averted, too afraid of the social implications of eye contact and panoramic view around them. Sure, it could be the sun shining in their eyes, but it seems more like fear. There’s so much I miss out on when I’m too scared to look. Too much beauty and too many interesting things. I could sit in a classroom and learn the physics of roller coasters, biology and physiology of how a roller coaster affects the human body, the engineering and design to build one, the philosophy and psychology of what riding one is like, but in the end, I still don’t know what riding a roller coaster is like.

That’s the problem with life; we spend far too much trying to learn how to live rather than living.

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  • Wow.
    Good post, man.
    I’m too timid to post stuff like this.
    Bravo.

  • Wow.
    Good post, man.
    I’m too timid to post stuff like this.
    Bravo.

  • Thanks… sometimes I worry I go way too emo for my own good. I think I’d much rather be dropping incredibly amusing posts like yours.

  • Thanks… sometimes I worry I go way too emo for my own good. I think I’d much rather be dropping incredibly amusing posts like yours.

  • as somebody who walks down hallways at school with her head down, arms crossed, and eyes on the floor; its not that i’m scared to look up and notice something, im scared that i’ll look up, get distracted and bumb into something and fall on my ass. my mother says its because im a newyorker at heart. (doesnt look up at the pretty buildings, looks down to not step in dog shit.) but that doesnt mean i appretiate beauty any less. nor avoiding it.

    (i know none of that made sense, im tired and cant really type correctly thus dont want to go back and clarify anything.)

  • as somebody who walks down hallways at school with her head down, arms crossed, and eyes on the floor; its not that i’m scared to look up and notice something, im scared that i’ll look up, get distracted and bumb into something and fall on my ass. my mother says its because im a newyorker at heart. (doesnt look up at the pretty buildings, looks down to not step in dog shit.) but that doesnt mean i appretiate beauty any less. nor avoiding it.

    (i know none of that made sense, im tired and cant really type correctly thus dont want to go back and clarify anything.)