highly concentrated effort - by Nix 🕊 - starting from nix

I stared at the koi flicker, flame-like, beneath the dark surface of the pond. The smack of green in the middle of the garden, like a surprise, then a gradual feathering of colors from the inner circle of trees to outer ring: evergreen to sunshine yellow to a deep reddish magenta. We owe nothing to randomness, I thought to myself then. Some gardener donned gloves and planted those seeds in a very specific place with an overarching vision of harmony and order. Most things we take for granted as just existing is the result of highly concentrated effort. When I see really curated spaces (such as said gardens in Japan), I’m reminded that everything that is deemed beautiful, impactful, moving, is usually the result of deliberate action. When I see outsized success I’m aware it’s a result of trying more, sometimes trying and failing for years or in a way that lacks social recognition. When I’m moved to tears by mastery of craft — the elegance of movement, of process, it’s due to devotion of

I stared at the koi flicker, flame-like, beneath the dark surface of the pond. The smack of green in the middle of the garden, like a surprise, then a gradual feathering of colors from the inner circle of trees to outer ring: evergreen to sunshine yellow to a deep reddish magenta. We owe nothing to randomness, I thought to myself then. Some gardener donned gloves and planted those seeds in a very specific place with an overarching vision of harmony and order. Most things we take for granted as just existing is the result of highly concentrated effort. When I see really curated spaces (such as