It took almost a decade to build, with such a secercy behind its design that mostly all the steel parts were constructed in Italy and brought to New York, just to hide it's design until the big reveal.
The Thomas Heatherwick–designed structure, costing roughly $150 million has been controversial, as some have likened its shape to a beehive, ribcage, or best yet a doner kebab, while others believe it could be New York’s Eiffel Tower
We personally loved it, and best of all it's 100% free to visit and explore it's 154 interconnecting flights of stairs, with almost 2,500 individual steps and 80 landings.
Next up, a shot from inside this crazy looking piece of art! 🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲
Un de mes châteaux préférés du Doubs. Installé sur les bords de la Loue, le château de Cléron coule des jours paisibles depuis le 13eme siècle et j’avoue que je ferais bien la même chose, le temps d’une après-midi.
I don’t believe in the Mr. Big-Guy-Up-There watching over me and my life. I don’t believe in the Prince-Charming, appearing out of nowhere and magically solving all the problems (some of which I might not have been aware of myself). I don’t believe in the afterlife or other lives out there waiting for you to finally do all the things right. I don’t believe in the second chances in general. I think, we only have one.
That’s why, probably, I value honor (with honesty obv included) so much. With only one life, messing up is not something you can afford, hoping to fix things tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. Or, I dunno, another life maybe Nope.
I think that we should respect ourselves just enough to notice the value of the words we form with our mouths. The weight of every promise that is to be kept once it’s given. Tasting the disgust of every lie, before spilling them out of nothing but revolting fear. Sense the damage the word may do to a person before it leaves the heated tongue. Feel the importance of actually living the words, abiding by them, before being able to say them out loud.
This kind of honor, once lost, could never be fully regained. And that’s what makes it so precious.
Is it worth it
I am deeply convinced that everything is possible. That, with enough determination, every goal, however unrealistic, can be reached. That the world offer unlimited possibilities.
So, what are the braces
The main ones are the fact that human abilities are no more than a drop compared to the ocean depths of the universe. We, humans, unlike the world itself, are limited. We depend on money, the physical abilities of the bodies, and, most importantly, time. I’ve said it hundreds of times (and probably gonna repeat thousands more): we don’t have much time. Our life span is way too short for us allowing ourselves the pleasure of wasting it or manage it inefficiently. One more brace is the price one may be willing to pay for reaching their goal.
That’s why, before setting any goal, I ask myself, whether all that effort is worth the result. Whether I will not be discouraged halfway to my goal. What are the chances of my efforts being paid off Because, you know, choosing one goal out of many means not putting them on hold, but actually abandoning them, giving up on them. And you cannot have it all.
That questioning could be the greatest brace of all. The fear of unknown, to be more exact. However, if you are unsure whether you really want something, it means that you don’t actually desire it, right
Sometimes, we all have to choose.
Somewhere, at the dawn of life, the realization that the world, unlike human abilities, may be limitless, strikes. And after all those way too well-known stages (shock-denial-anger-bargaining-depression) comes acceptance. And with it - the necessity of choices. And every choice has consequences.
No one else but I am responsible for my life. Because it’s me who makes all those choices (not making them or allowing others to do so is a choice, too).Thus, it’s me and me alone who has to deal with all the consequences that arise.
Some of those are far from pleasant. That sometimes makes me think that there might not be any need for hell as we can handle torturing ourselves just fine. Guilt, missed opportunities, harsh words... all that is deadlier than the ice of Cocytus and the flaming tombs or being stretched upon the burning sand.
It’s easy to succumb to all those tortures and let your life flow. Letting others and the life itself decide is simple, but it leads nowhere. Nowhere you might want to be, at least. After all, all those choices shape the personality. Every choice is not only the choice of the path to follow, it is also the choice of the traits to nurture. All of them are like cutting a diamond out of dirty stone.
And there is never too late to make some changes.
You cannot unmake the previous choices but you can make the new ones.
After all, it’s you who decides.