Perspective is a force of thought more powerful than the
events themselves that compose our reality. In order to nourish this
perspective, to help cut the human crystal so that it shimmers in a thousand
and one ways, to transcend the meaning of life – it is important to be left in
awe. Regular, small miracles are easier to
stumble over and not appreciate (like that breath you just took) – but
some moments in life help redefine your existence… and the awe I felt as I
basked in the shadow of the poet-master that I had come to idolise was
inexplicable. He towered over me, slight angst, slight spite – but blatant inscrutability:
Dante Alighieri, master of The Divine Comedy.
His towering statue in Florence, Tuscany helped me realise
how very insignificant my life is. Yes, this sounds like it is taking a turn
towards the self-imposed Inferno – but, I pray you, listen. Perspective is the
salve to all our meaningless issues. There are cities, people, microcosms
linked through roads and skies that function regardless of whether you’re on
your university’s merit list, or whether you fit into a size 8 pair of jeans,
or whether you’re experiencing the pangs of unrequited romance. Ages pass,
worlds and words spin around – and you are but a golden fleck on the ceiling of
the Vatican Museums.
This awe: this
feeling of tininess before figures so beautifully painted on the ceilings of
the Vatican, this feeling of bewilderment before the perfection of Michelangelo’s David create that trembling wonder that makes
life worthwhile. See how small you are, and revel in the amazement the universe
has in all its crooks and corners. Inspirations spews unparalleled from joy,
and the ecstasy I have seen in the Sistine Chapel, the years that I have felt
(quite illegally) in fading tapestries and carved stone pillars… the eternal
marble I have slid upon have captivated my very soul.
Rome, Florence and Venice have stolen me. Bewitched me in
ways I could not comprehend through your juxtaposition of rich history
alongside Mercedes and racy motor bikes while greying women beg, clasping onto
their rosaries.
Where will life take you? Will you find a place to fall in
love with… or come to find Stockholm Syndrome on your front porch? The elixir
of eternal youth, truly, is made of proportions of curiosity, excitement,
fascination, rapture and awe. The more you see, the more you thirst. The more
art I saw, the more I wanted to know: who painted it, what did it mean, what
did the people think of it, what meaning did it have to me?
Layers and layers reveal
themselves as time slides on and the world shyly comes to bear itself to
you.