I never forget the beauty of Paris. It’s not something that one ever takes for granted. Even through the eternal ups and downs (and boy, there have been many!), the magical quality of the city endures. In fact, it’s a major reason for putting up with the many trials of living here.
But really? Loneliness, confusion, French bureaucracy, homesickness – all of these are made easier simply because Paris is pretty?
It sometimes blows my mind that “yes” continues to be my answer. But being surrounded by beauty somehow seeps into the soul.
That being said, all that beauty can sometimes make you feel isolated, too. When you’re feeling down, the contrast between the beauty outside and the non-pretty stuff you feel inside can feel stark.
But I contend beauty is a balm for woe. We each experience it differently, use that meaning in different ways.
Paris’ beauty isn’t exactly a secret and millions have tried to capture her je ne sais quoi. I feel like I’ve seen the same shot of the Eiffel Tower enough to last me a lifetime. The attempts to hold the beauty in a still frame can’t always mirror that very real sensation of standing in a living, moving piece of art.
But sometimes, there is success. Just as we each experience our own version of beauty, everyone has their unique way of capturing it.
Here’s a short video that reminds me of my answer. Our life is art.
Yes. A simple yes.