this morning, out of my usual routine of getting driven to school by my dad - he goes that way anyways to get to work- i took a bus to school. i actually don't mind taking public transportation, unless its at night. i used to hate it, i used to be bothered by the people on the bus and jump to ultimate judgement of why these people didn't have cars when they were older than my parents. i was spoiled and narrow minded. so on the bus as usual, i sit right near the bus doors - my reasoning for this is not simply to have easy access to the doors, but rather to be at optimal location for hearing conversations - creepy? maybe a little. i think people are interesting and normally have interesting stories to tell.. and plus, if they don't want anyone to hear maybe they should have conversations at locations other than on city buses. the bus makes a few stops, people get on, people get off and then the bus stops in front of a man and a women. the two of them were wearing clothes more appropriate for july than december and jeans were torn and filthy. as the man stands at the front of the bus scrounging through his money to find the bus fair for both of them, the women rolls a large round dirty object through to the centre of the bus and sits adjacent to me. when the man comes and sits beside her she says "this is going to be beautiful". he smiled and responded "i know". she described how she was going to clean it and paint it copper and line the mirror (i had no idea it was a mirror until this point) with a pattern of his choice. she said the frame had a crack, but the mirror was fine, it was perfect. she said she was going to find a way to hang it somewhere.
now that, right there, is my inspiration.
people who have the creativity, risk and love which enables them to find beauty in the most unconventionally beautiful things
its not as easy to do as you think, so see beauty in the smallest things is not something you can just train yourself to do. ive tried.
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