In our every day lives how often do we stop and smell the roses? This is the question a researcher asked recently. He took "one of the finest classical musicians in the world, playing some of the most elegant music ever written on one of the most valuable violins ever made" and put him in a Washington Metro station to see who would listen. The hypothesis was that people would stop and notice, taking in the beauty and respond by giving handsomely to the artist for his art.
No one noticed.
Only a handful of people stopped, with one exception: the children. "Every single time a child walked past, he or she tried to stop and watch. and every single time, a parent scooted the kid away."
Maybe children get it better than we do because we're so intent on getting somewhere. Maybe children realize that to do so is to miss all the beauty along the way. Or maybe they haven't bought into the confused mass appeal of the games we play that have devastating consequence.
Why did we lose so much of our focus on beauty? Why don't we stop and take in the beauty of the music that is there but often drowned out by the noise in our lives? My only hope is that I would be one of those who stopped.
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