Sometimes we forget.

I was on the plane back to Singapore from Korea and the man next to me happened to raise the window cover at sunset. It was like looking at all the beauty of the world expressed in one exquisite moment; with the orange-red puffs of clouds scattered beneath a deep blue sky and the sun caught in-between.

A fitting end to a journey where I remembered, rather than realized, the wonder of the world we live in. I think we all remember wonder rather than realize it, because when we were born we already had a innate sense of wonder about the world around us. But sometimes we forget.

Wonder is the basis of magic and boredom is the careless killer of life. You cannot see with fresh eyes or hear with clear ears when you allow yourself to be bored and so you cannot truly live. To live with a new sense of wonder every moment is to truly be alive.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

~ Albert Einstein