“Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere”
Old Chinese proverb
“What a caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly”
In a world exasperated by the culture of appearances there is a worrying lack of stylishness. We are inclined to hot air, vanity, narcissism, exageration, the wish to be “liked” at all cost. We want to exagerate, no only in clothing, but also in our behavior and the way to express ourselves.
Stylishness is not showy. It’s not a flashy accumulation and exhibitionism. It’s style, conscience, measure. A balanced mix of an instinctive good taste and precise choises, of impecable and meticulous attention to every detail.
Stylishness is courtesy. It’s respect towards the other, care for the way what we say, do or show can be perceived.
Irony is stylish, humor is stylish, stylishness is knowing to smile and also laugh.
Every small detail well taken care of according to its usefullness and presented in a smart way, could make more pleasant the environment in which we live.
There are people who think that stylishness is a gift, a talent you are born with. In part, it can be true. There are people that know how to move, express and communicate better than others. But no one is condemned to be vulgar, irritating and annoying, and no one can trust only their instincts. Stylishness, simplicity, sobriety, are arts that we can learn and cultivate and they are worth to be done. Not only to make ourselves more pleasant to others, but also to feel ourselves better with ourselves.
Stylishness is seduction, fascination, mistery, passion, love for beautiful things, for good food, good wine, it is the searching for singularity, for the detail that makes us unique, it is the happiness of living, loving, enjoying life itself. Stylishness is an art, it is the art of living, living well and better.
"I cannot rest from travel: How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles, and see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Always strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield"
"The journey is not over. The journey is never over, only travelers come to an end. But they can prolong their voyage in their memories, in recollections, in stories. When the traveler sat in the sand and declared “There’s nothing more to see”, he knew it wasn’t true. You have to see what you missed the first time, see again what you already saw, see in springtime what you saw in summer, in daylight what you saw at night, see the sun shining where you saw the rain falling, see the crops growing, the fruit ripen, the stone which has moved, the shadow that was not there before. You have to go back to the footsteps already taken to go over them again or add fresh ones alongside them. You have to start the journey anew. Always. The end of one journey is simply the start of another"