“As the train passed by, I noticed the beauty of life.”
It feels great to be an observant person, you would notice small things about them. Whenever my best friend would talk about how’s her life lately; I often noticed how her eyes varied. It depends upon the situation; her eyes sparkle and are filled with enthusiasm whenever she’s talking about the places she goes with her boyfriend. How expensive the food is at the restaurant they went to and how they enjoy their moment together before they would part ways. Sometimes, her eyes look gloomy and weary when she opens up about facing a hard time with her family. Through listening attentively to her stories, I can say that’s what she needed — someone who would lend their time to hear her point of view.
And what I love the most, is how her eyes instantly lit up whenever she sees me after a week, or a month, and hugs me like a long-lost sister reunited again.
That’s how I observed my best friend, whether she talks with me through chat, how we catch up with our lives in cafes, see her reposts on TikTok, the memes she shares on Facebook, or the messages in her Instagram stories. I would notice if something caused her inconvenience, if she’s lonely, or things that makes her happy.
To be observed is to be known.
Whenever we’re being observed, we feel more loved and appreciated that we won’t have to inform other people. Whether you’re allergic to shrimp because you’re separating it in your plate or you’re more comfortable wearing sneakers because you always stumble when wearing heels; someone would take the initiative to notice little things for you that other people may not care.
Every single detail we observe and notice; is getting to know that person even more. We want that person to be seen; to earn their trust that they can be their selves without judgment. They can lean on us in every happiness and sorrow.
Everyone deserves to experience this feeling. It’s a fleeting moment that the door is always open to welcome the people who observed us deeply — a connection of two souls.
Observing is like roaming around a museum. Others would appreciate its beauty generally, but some would feel in-depth emotions in every artwork — the small intricate details or brushstrokes that enable them to connect to its creator.
Through the eyes of an observer, you’re a work of art.
When we observe some people, we can see their beauty, imperfections, unsaid stories, and ugly truth. Some would be appealing on the outside, but what lies inside them is a bold color nobody notices if you don’t look carefully, and later on would reveal their true intentions. Others are naturally kind, and some people would think it’s fake because of their facial expressions or appearance that contrast their characteristics.
“Don’t judge the book by its cover” as everyone says. Observe them, it would help you know them better. A person is more than the cover itself, each and every chapter would unravel when they’re comfortable with you — they would be the ones that will open up and tell their side of the story.
Whenever I was going to some places, I would observe other people scrolling through their phones. On the other hand, I would admire the scenery whenever it passed by which makes me feel serene, and the only noise I hear are my thoughts. Sometimes, there are instances that would catch my eye — things that seem odd. Or the conversations I didn’t mean to prick up on one’s ear. How the sky would transition to different colors that signifies whether it’s the start or the end of the day.
In every moment or person that I’ve observed, it has deeper meanings and stories untold.
