“Picking up details, thinking about the lives being lived — about how much regret or happiness lives inside the owner of a rag on a fence or a rusted old Honda Cub. About who owns that cat sunning itself in the middle of the road, the cat itself, the road. And about who I am as I pass the cat and who I’ll be remembering it months and years from now. All without judgment, simply observing, wondering, noticing, jostling for a peek inside the clockworks of the world passing by.”
I'm woefully behind on reading the articles I've save, but this one spoke to me about how we live, how we notice what's around us, and how we live life. I know that for many this isn't possible as they struggle to survive, but I'm trying to figure out how to slow down and notice more in my own life.