I don’t consider myself to be a hipster. I don’t feel inclined to purchase a sweater because it is ugly, I don’t listen to a certain band that nobody else does, and I don’t claim to have discovered something “before it was cool.” I don’t see the sense in that.
I do however find that I take joy in things that others don’t, and over the years I have discovered this natural quality in myself, and have found that it is a rare one. Everyday I find myself hopelessly falling in love with people and things, whether they are beautiful or ugly, but I justify my love by seeing exactly as they are, and accepting the truth of their queerness to be lovely.
I have found that in order to acheive success in this practice, you must completely surrender yourself to the environment or person that presents itself to you. For example, imagine that you are in the most wretched cheap hotel room you’ve ever been in, find a stain on the yellowed curtains in the room and drink in their grime, soak up their filth, and them raise them up to a place of near grandeur. See them as the grimiest things you’ve ever laid eyes on. And then love them for that. For what they are.
Whatever it is, be it a person or an object or a setting… Rubbing your nose in the wholeness of each thing with what will allow you to absorb it as a whole and cause you to see it for the wonderful thing it is.
I have found that rejoicing in beings translates very well into how I react to humans. The people I meet, whether conventionally beautiful, or completely annoying, or entirely worthy of hatred and rejection, grab a hold of my heart with their character. I find that they do this, by making myself think of them as exactly that, characters. I don’t mean characters as in “people with qualities that give them character”, but characters as in beings in a fictional world. If I take a step back and look at the people around me as if they were characters in book, each the protagonist of their own stories, I find it hard not to like someone. A mixture of sympathy, understanding, and curiosity overwhelm me, and I can’t help but love people for exactly what they are.
I’m not trying to be ironic or creative here. I strongly believe that this is how I feel and live my life every day. With a ravenous lust for the aesthetics, texture, smell, sound, and presentness of the things around me, I manage to love everything with an undeniable glee.
To immerse yourself in the quiddity of each thing and take it for its magnificence in its own field gives you the ability to enjoy virtually everything.