Sometimes on my walk to work, I stop and just stare up at the buildings around me. I’m always struck with the beauty of the architecture. It hits me right in the face. Sometimes, it’s bird poop that hits me in the face, but thankfully that’s seldom. But seriously.
There are so many detailed buildings around the world with such complexity, age, and history. These structures bring people together to admire the artistry, begin a conversation, and even create a sense of peace to all. I think we can all agree with the saying “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” As the largest amphitheater in the world, the Colosseum in Rome is so intricate with detail we look back at history to see the people going for events shaped it. The Sydney Opera House is an iconic mark of Australia as millions go to view performances and tour it annually. New York’s One World Trade Center is a symbol of turning tragedy into remembrance and togetherness. We may shape our buildings, but they often shape us as well. Even the oldest buildings weren’t always there- at some point, someone looked at an empty patch of land and decided ‘that’s where I want my church/home/school/building.’ I think it’s wonderful that we have such a mix of old and new around the world, and that the old buildings are more often incorporated into new construction in order to preserve them, uphold them, retain them. New buildings on historic sites mustn’t forget what was there before them. Just as I have a connection to my office building in its location, generations behind me are connected to that same spot where they lived and worked before me.