Venice? Meh. Stonehenge? Check it out on google images. The pyramids? Blocks of rock. The Daintree? You can see trees anywhere.
Have you noticed the ‘sanitised’ version of life we show others is really quite identical to the sanitised life others show us? Happy family holidays. Kids playing nicely. A good breakfast. Work is good. Home is good. You’re healthy. The trip away was fine.
Have you noticed that you could be in the most boring work meeting, but as soon as the presenter’s facade drops just slightly, you become interested in their story?
Have you ever looked at someone older than you and seen their perfect complexion, or have you checked their folds and studied their lines?
Life isn’t about the picture perfect moments. Yeah, it’s nice, but we’ve all seemed to have seen it all before.
The cookie-cutter experience? It’s okay if you like cookies, but sometimes you crave much more than that. You don’t want to hear about others cookie-cutter experience of packaged holidays, well behaved children and rooms that are turned down every morning at 10am sharp.
You want something real. You want to hear how they lost their train tickets in Berlin and ended up being arrested. You want to hear how they got mistaken for celebrities in Mozambique. You want to hear about the personable yet smelly bus driver in Athens. You want to hear the real story.
We all crave what’s real.
It’s the breakdown that makes things beautiful. The best stories come from when things go wrong. The best memories come from those unique experiences.It’s those serendipitous moments – unexpected joy that make us smile years after the event.
When you look back at the blotches on your life, what do you see? That oil stain on your driveway -an unsightly mess, or a reminder of the first time you filled up your new mower with oil for the first mow of your new lawn? That chip in the corner of your tooth – an expensive repair job waiting to happen or a reminder of when you had to jump the fence, escaping a territorial bull? That stinging feeling whenever they mention that persons name – a painful reminder that they arn’t around anymore, or an opportunity to reminisce about the joy they brought to your life, even if it was just for a short time.
The beauty of life does not come in it’s perfection. It comes in the breakdown. It comes in those moments of sheer terror, sheer joy, sheer, excitement and sheer sorrow. It comes from those moments you can’t plan for, but just happen.
Tell me about some of the beautiful breakdowns that have happened in your life. That’s what I’m really interested in!
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