Wandering through Rome, I was overwhelmed. Everywhere I looked there was another historical site. “Dang. This place is history on steroids.” Little did I know that at that same moment, Florence whispered, “You know nothing.”
Rome is amazing. The Colosseum, the Pantheon, Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountain, The Roman Forum, the food. Gelato. And just as overwhelming the second time around.
Stepping off the train in Florence, I’m amazed. It’s quiet. There aren’t 10 million people walking the same way I am. The old and new don’t clash. There’s uniformity, consistency. The city flows with quiet confidence, the perfect balance, as if the city hasn’t changed much since it began.
Someone at the table next to me at dinner tries to order sangria. The waiter responds with a cheeky “We don’t have that. This is Florence.” I grin. This city has no need to change for anyone, unnecessarily. It knows it’s worth, what it brings to the table. It’s a city that doesn’t try and be anything other than itself. It’s taken a changing world and progressed gracefully, refinishing a foundation already made strong.
Can I say the same about myself? Am I completely confident in where I’ve been and where I’m going? Do I take my insecurities and shortcomings and learn from them, grow. Or do I ignore them, shoved in a corner, hoping they’ll leave forever. It’s not a matter of whether or not change happens, it does. The question is how I take past, present and future and use it to be more confident and fluid as a person.