I have been thinking a lot lately. I have been feeling great. And I don’t necessarily try to get a hold of new things. I bought flowers, however. I am happy. There is a red lip stick that I like but I never got myself to the point of actually buying it. I am just at peace with what I do not own. Just a spectator of beautiful things.
I am in love with the music of Ryuichi Sakamoto. It is so beautiful that it makes me think how cruel can the world be even in the presence of this piece of beauty? At the very least, I think that if his music plays in the background, nobody can be unkind. Imagine, all of us doing ordinary things to A Flower is Not a Flower. Making the bed, stirring the coffee, folding the baby’s clothes. To Seven Samurai Ending Theme. Waiting for the ride home with strangers, standing under the sudden downpour, trying to stay awake in moving cars. To Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence. Drawing close next to the body of the one you love on daybreak, standing still before an approaching dog that yearns for your affection since the day began, re-reading a passage from your favorite book to remind you of who you are.
How great is an achievement when you inspire people to live, to live simply? With a heart that overflows with love for things that are seldom neglected for their ordinariness.
From my favorite, The Elegance of the Hedgehog:
“Those who feel inspired, as I do, by the greatness of small things will pursue them to the very heart of the inessential where, cloaked in everyday attire, this greatness will emerge from within a certain ordering of ordinary things and from the certainty that all is as it should be, the conviction that it is fine this way.”