I have been called distracted and absent-minded, a fair observation. It’s not the person’s fault they are unaware of the chaos in my head: the conflations of colors, textures, shifting ideas into whispers of curious wonderment before forming into hypotheses – what I call “thinkerings”.
I recently had the opportunity to enter a new space, one of my favorite activities, and my mind burst into exploration mode. Instantly, a small metal working area caught my attention. More specifically, I noticed its residents.
Unique individuals, aged, but each residing for a specific purpose in molding and shaping the inflexible.
Textured scars, a lifetime of contributions marring their faces, yet they remain strong.
Colors separating and defining one from another while they stand uniformly distinct from the world around them.
Cloud filtered light giving each of them a bright side and a dark side, none are immune as they wait in solidarity.
It’s the external forces and introspective thoughts acting on us that shape our observations and assumptions. I become introspectively lost in my “thinkerings” but that’s when I’m intimately connecting disparate concepts, appreciating the intricately beautiful details in life, and experiencing a mixture of inspiration, humility, and reverence.
As I realize these tools are a metaphor of us, I ask myself, “What else am I not seeing?”