07 Apr 2020
They say that the eyes are the window to the soul
In Rome, whenever I see an imposing parasol pine set against a sunny blue sky, my eyes well up because it is just so beautiful. My eyes sparkle as I am served a glass of well-chilled Prosecco. And I invariably have tears in my eyes when contemplating the sheer immensity of St. Peter’s Basilica.
When my eyes speak to me like this, it’s always a sign that I find something moving. My soul is speaking to me while my brain is busy being a tourist. In these magical moments, I switch off my brain so that I can enjoy the fleeting instants of happiness.
When did your eyes last speak to you? Did you listen to them? If you did, then you’re capable of remembering the things that move you deeply whenever you want – instead of just carrying on living life on a superficial level.