3 days ago, while staying at my Daddy’s home, I accidentally watched a nice movie on HBO called “Flipped”. I haven’t watched this movie before. 2010 was an exotic year for me.
It was a good family movie revolving around 2 tweens’ puppy love. I thought every scene was worth watching. I was flipped by the father of the girl’s advice to his daughter:
“You have to look at the whole landscape.
A painting is more than the sum of its parts.
A cow by itself is just a cow.
A meadow by itself is just grass, flowers.
And the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light.
But you put them all together… and it can be magic.”
And I reminisced the time I was in China. I felt in love with its nature. I felt it with my heart, smelt it with my nose, grabbed it in my hands, heard it with my ears, and saw it with my bare eyes. The whole panorama couldn’t be taken by any camera. It was more picturesque than any pictures.
“And the higher I got, the more amazed I was by the view.
I began to notice how wonderful the breeze smelled, like sunshine and wild grass.
I couldn’t stop breathing it in, filling my lungs with the sweetest smell I’d ever known.
I could sit there for hours just looking out at the world.
Some days the sunsets would be purple and pink.
And some days they were a blazing orange setting fire to the clouds on the horizon.
Some days I would get there extra early to watch the sunrise.
One morning I was making mental notes of how the streaks of light were cutting through the clouds.”
And yes, the whole being was greater than the sum of its parts.
I missed that time when I was my true self. Then I challenged myself climbing mountains/hills. Then I overcame my fear of heights. Then I found out the way after being lost. Then I survived safe and sound after being left alone on a mountain top. Then I didn’t care what happened to the world. Then I was living to the fullest.