The highest point in Brisbane, apparently!
And as expected, it was packed with tourists on a Sunday. Still, being alone there, looking out at the city, sure helped me feel better 🙂
“It’s funny how some distance
Can make everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all”
– Let It Go
Especially on fine-weather days.
I was washing dishes at the sink after breakfast that morning, and looking out of the window.
It suddenly occurred to me that even the view I have is something I ought to be so immensely thankful for. The fact that I can see. The fact that I have the time to stand in my kitchen and wash my dishes leisurely.
What more the other things in my life.
I suppose it is possible to form personal and intimate memories of a place, even if thousands, maybe even millions of people, may have been there before or after you. Even if everyone’s photographs end up looking more or less of the same – the same rocks from different angles. Even if everyone’s selfie is of the same scenery from different cameras.
Because what we bring to a place is as unique to begin with. The thoughts, life experiences and attitudes we each carry to a place are different from anyone else’s. This affects our outlook, the way we view things. This would explain why some people might say the scenes are “just rocks”, while others might stand and admire the beauty of nature’s formations over millions of years. Why some people might say a boat trip over an ancient river is “boring”, while others might stay silent and soak in the tranquility of the moment and surroundings.
So, I believe that the place can be unchanging, but each person’s experience can remain intimate and personal, to be stored within themselves, or to be shared with that special travel companion (which is why travel companions that share similar outlooks are also very important!).
I made this day trip alone, but I’ll be more than happy to revisit the Sisters again with my special travel companions 🙂
Another lesson learnt: Apply sunblock…