I think we forgot how to look.
Really look.
Not at our phones.
Not at each other.
At the quiet things.
The shadow that changes shape by afternoon.
The sentence that stays with you longer than expected.
The crack in a wall that somehow looks intentional.
The shirt you've worn a hundred times,
until one morning it feels different.
Nothing changed.
Only your attention did.
OBSERVATION 01
Somewhere along the way,
we became very good at recognising things.
Chair.
Tree.
Building.
Person.
We stopped seeing them.
Recognition is fast.
Observation is slow.
And somewhere between the two,
we miss a lot.
The strange thing about attention
is that it asks almost nothing from us.
Only time.
A few extra seconds.
Long enough to realise
that the ordinary is rarely ordinary.
Children notice everything.
Adults notice what they're looking for.
Maybe that's the difference.
What happens
if we simply become
better at looking?
Maybe nothing.
Maybe everything.
Maybe the thing you passed a hundred times
becomes the thing you can't stop seeing.
So look.
Longer than feels necessary.
At the thing you already know.
The person you've already met.
The street you've already walked.
The object you've stopped seeing
because it's always been there.
Look again.
It might not have changed.
You might have.
The first impression is rarely the whole story. Some things only reveal themselves when we stay a little longer.
KEEP LOOKING
THE FIRST COSTUME
On expectation, protection and the versions of ourselves we learn before we choose.