“There’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.”
Anybody recognize this quote?
I find myself constantly conjuring the title wherever I go in Ghana. There is so much individuality here. Every house, shack, shop, window pane, stand, etc. is uniquely different. While I was pointing out that no one ever wore the same clothes as each other here (the color, pattern, fabric, design, style varies as much as each person does) Dr. Cho noted that even the shoulder design of the women’s dresses were all vastly different (which I came to agree with after paying closer attention to them). The women have found creative ways to style their hair, often making braids or ponytails I have never seen before. Although I love seeing famous and iconic sites of each country, it is the small glimpses and flaws that make me stop and appreciate the uniqueness of each country. The way a particular window pane hangs off a frame, the clutter of homes, dirt, cats, goats, and wires a tiny alley gives me a glimpse into, a mother bathing her baby in a tiny bucket next to children playing soccer with a deflated ball. It is these small things I want to see.
Imperfection is beauty. Perfection in my opinion, is quite boring.