everything, the things we fill our lives with are made to help us escape. phones and internet are so we don’t fully connect with people, iPods keep us tuned out, television helps us live our life. In more concrete terms we miss the rain, the clouds, the smell of roses, the ground beneath our feet. We are so connected yet not at all, when we look back at our life what good will there be to remember
The preciousness of our health; there’s so much biological processes worked behind to keep it balance, yet we have exchanged it with temptation from seemingly more fulfilling junk food and lifestyles.
The little things that our parents and loved ones do daily; that we’ve taken it for granted. The cold sandwiches on the table every morning we wake up late to classes, the squeaky clean dishes, the always ready set of dinner when you got home from everyday’s work.
Last but not least, in the haste of our daily life, what we don’t see is actually ourselves; We are so busy learning to compete, to excel in the workplace and to proof ourselves the best in the rat race. Slowly we are changing. We are turning into a person strange to even ourselves when we look into the mirror in one those days. We don’t see how we change to adapt to life and slowly losing that little innocent one in us that once we all had in ourselves.
The preciousness of our health; there’s so much biological processes worked behind to keep it balance, yet we have exchanged it with temptation from seemingly more fulfilling junk food and lifestyles.
The little things that our parents and loved ones do daily; that we’ve taken it for granted. The cold sandwiches on the table every morning we wake up late to classes, the squeaky clean dishes, the always ready set of dinner when you got home from everyday’s work.
Last but not least, in the haste of our daily life, what we don’t see is actually ourselves; We are so busy learning to compete, to excel in the workplace and to proof ourselves the best in the rat race. Slowly we are changing. We are turning into a person strange to even ourselves when we look into the mirror in one those days. We don’t see how we change to adapt to life and slowly losing that little innocent one in us that once we all had in ourselves.
everything, the things we fill our lives with are made to help us escape. phones and internet are so we don’t fully connect with people, iPods keep us tuned out, television helps us live our life. In more concrete terms we miss the rain, the clouds, the smell of roses, the ground beneath our feet. We are so connected yet not at all, when we look back at our life what good will there be to remember
Akriti:
People. Apart from diplomacy, barely anyone has time for people just to talk, or spend time having fun. Professionalism takes over, and thanks to phones and e-mails, people simply don’t meet each other often.
Adel:
Your lifeforce itself, that is.
The ability to think, to move, to have those 5 primary senses. You’ll only notice it when you’ll be on the brink of death, and I hope you won’t die by then.
EmilyBee:
love
Courtney:
Our eyes are blocked by ignorance of what we want to do rather than what we should do, excitement of a new day, and eagerness of learning stuff on our own.
We’re not noticing that kid at school who always thinks of shooting up the place but all he needs is a friend. We’re not noticing that man living across the street from us who just lost his wife to cancer, and we smell the scent of his cologne in the wind but we don’t bother to look around for the source. We’re not noticing life’s little ironies, either.
Hannah:
The beauty of the world.
April:
The blessings. We’re all so blessed. Stop and smell the roses once in a while.
Amanda:
All the beauty that exist in the world. The good we have in our lives. The people that care about us.
Ris:
We aren’t seeing the most important things to us. Sometimes the most insignificant things to us, like the usual replies people have in certain conversations, can make our lives seem so empty without them. We’re in such a hurry all the time we overlook what isn’t in the big picture, and sometimes those are the most beautiful things there are.
Andrea:
The beauty in little things of life
Nick:
The little things that makes our lives worth living. The little reasons why we are still alive.
Michael Hitchcock:
The sameness of all the people before you.
Not the arrogant sameness of the so-called intellectual who goes around seeing all humans as boring and faceless like everyone else except this observer, the lone exception, but rather the rich sameness of the wise who goes around seeing in the faces of everyone the same richness and variety they see in themselves, no matter how hidden or blocked.
Rowena:
The little things… the memories… the things that make life, well, LIFE.
everything, the things we fill our lives with are made to help us escape. phones and internet are so we don’t fully connect with people, iPods keep us tuned out, television helps us live our life. In more concrete terms we miss the rain, the clouds, the smell of roses, the ground beneath our feet. We are so connected yet not at all, when we look back at our life what good will there be to remember
The preciousness of our health; there’s so much biological processes worked behind to keep it balance, yet we have exchanged it with temptation from seemingly more fulfilling junk food and lifestyles.
The little things that our parents and loved ones do daily; that we’ve taken it for granted. The cold sandwiches on the table every morning we wake up late to classes, the squeaky clean dishes, the always ready set of dinner when you got home from everyday’s work.
Last but not least, in the haste of our daily life, what we don’t see is actually ourselves; We are so busy learning to compete, to excel in the workplace and to proof ourselves the best in the rat race. Slowly we are changing. We are turning into a person strange to even ourselves when we look into the mirror in one those days. We don’t see how we change to adapt to life and slowly losing that little innocent one in us that once we all had in ourselves.
If I can be more attentive minded, I will see sometimes though people say some harsh words, indeed they are not meaning them at all 🙂
The lamp-post.
If I can be more attentive minded, I will see sometimes though people say some harsh words, indeed they are not meaning them at all 🙂
The preciousness of our health; there’s so much biological processes worked behind to keep it balance, yet we have exchanged it with temptation from seemingly more fulfilling junk food and lifestyles.
The little things that our parents and loved ones do daily; that we’ve taken it for granted. The cold sandwiches on the table every morning we wake up late to classes, the squeaky clean dishes, the always ready set of dinner when you got home from everyday’s work.
Last but not least, in the haste of our daily life, what we don’t see is actually ourselves; We are so busy learning to compete, to excel in the workplace and to proof ourselves the best in the rat race. Slowly we are changing. We are turning into a person strange to even ourselves when we look into the mirror in one those days. We don’t see how we change to adapt to life and slowly losing that little innocent one in us that once we all had in ourselves.
everything, the things we fill our lives with are made to help us escape. phones and internet are so we don’t fully connect with people, iPods keep us tuned out, television helps us live our life. In more concrete terms we miss the rain, the clouds, the smell of roses, the ground beneath our feet. We are so connected yet not at all, when we look back at our life what good will there be to remember
People. Apart from diplomacy, barely anyone has time for people just to talk, or spend time having fun. Professionalism takes over, and thanks to phones and e-mails, people simply don’t meet each other often.
Your lifeforce itself, that is.
The ability to think, to move, to have those 5 primary senses. You’ll only notice it when you’ll be on the brink of death, and I hope you won’t die by then.
love
Our eyes are blocked by ignorance of what we want to do rather than what we should do, excitement of a new day, and eagerness of learning stuff on our own.
We’re not noticing that kid at school who always thinks of shooting up the place but all he needs is a friend. We’re not noticing that man living across the street from us who just lost his wife to cancer, and we smell the scent of his cologne in the wind but we don’t bother to look around for the source. We’re not noticing life’s little ironies, either.
The beauty of the world.
The blessings. We’re all so blessed. Stop and smell the roses once in a while.
All the beauty that exist in the world. The good we have in our lives. The people that care about us.
We aren’t seeing the most important things to us. Sometimes the most insignificant things to us, like the usual replies people have in certain conversations, can make our lives seem so empty without them. We’re in such a hurry all the time we overlook what isn’t in the big picture, and sometimes those are the most beautiful things there are.
The beauty in little things of life
The little things that makes our lives worth living. The little reasons why we are still alive.
The sameness of all the people before you.
Not the arrogant sameness of the so-called intellectual who goes around seeing all humans as boring and faceless like everyone else except this observer, the lone exception, but rather the rich sameness of the wise who goes around seeing in the faces of everyone the same richness and variety they see in themselves, no matter how hidden or blocked.
The little things… the memories… the things that make life, well, LIFE.