As I sit here in this refined setting, surrounded by small plates and thousand-dollar bottles of wine, I find myself observing the people around me. To me, they are not just individuals—they are living, breathing works of art. The way they move, speak, laugh, dress up or dress down, all of it is a reflection of their unique experiences and conditioning. Growing up in Australia shapes a person in ways that are profoundly different from someone raised in Hong Kong. This movement, this expression of self, is not a science; it’s an art form, impossible to replicate under controlled conditions. People are indeed art, and perhaps that is why attraction exists. Human beings are naturally drawn to art, and by extension, drawn to one another.
Take, for instance, the Australian man sitting across from me, clad in beige pants, a navy blazer, and a rather unfortunate tie. Why did he choose that particular ensemble? If you slow down enough to truly observe the world around you, you’ll begin to notice the beauty in these choices, in these expressions of individuality.
I've had countless conversations with people who argue that the world would be better off without humans, yet I believe humans add character to the world. Without them, life would be monotonous, devoid of the vibrancy that makes it interesting. Much like how a toxic relationship can feel more exhilarating than a "boring" one, humans inject a certain "spice" into existence.
Human beings are indeed remarkable creatures. You just have to take the time to find the blooming flower within the mud pond. That’s where the true beauty lies.
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