by cheri sabraw
Last night with my grandsons, heading down to Morro Bay to see Spiderman, the older 14-year-old asked me which songs I would like to have him load on his Spotify account so that we could listen to them while we were driving.
Had his grandfather been in the car, a long list of songs would have trailed out like a line of Conestoga wagons heading west.
I could only think of a few songs and yet I have been listening to music for most of my life.
His grandfather not only would have provided him with the songs but also the lyrics. And yet, his grandfather cannot remember the author of the book he read last month.
How to explain this?
Well, grandson, it has to do with focus–macro and micro. Are you macro or micro?
Are you this?
Or are you this?
Whether one actually listens to lyrics or notices the intricacies of a painting, may have to do with what is going on in one’s life. Or not. It may have to do with the degree of distraction that enters the mind while listening to lyrics or studying the hands in a famous oil painting. Or not.
I would argue that most of us are either micro-inclined or macro-inclined.
Is the bigger picture more important than the small detail?
I love the big picture which helps me cope with the small details of life.
And yet, it is in the details that I feel the pain, relish the moment, slog around in the quicksand.
What about you?