What We Walk Past: A Lesson From a Subway Station
On a Friday morning in January 2007, the violinist Joshua Bell, one of the most accomplished classical musicians in the world, stood in a Washington, D.C. subway station during rush hour and played for 43 minutes.
He played on a Stradivarius worth more than three million dollars. He played pieces by Bach and Schubert that have moved listeners for centuries. Three days earlier, he had filled Symphony Hall in Boston, where decent seats went for around $100. His minimum fee for a public concert was $75,000.
That morning at L'Enfant Plaza, 1,097 people walked past him.
Seven stopped to listen.
Twenty-seven put money in his open violin case, most of them without breaking stride. He collected $32.17.
The experiment was arranged by journalist Gene Weingarten for a Washington Post article called "Pearls Before Breakfast", which won the Pulitzer Prize the following year. I first encountered it in a summary circulated through Palouse Mindfulness.
I keep thinking about that morning, and what it has to do with the people I work with.
What Actually Happened
Three minutes went by before anything happened at all. Sixty-three people had already passed when a middle-aged man altered his stride for a moment, turned his head, and kept walking. Half a minute later a woman threw a dollar into the case without stopping. It was six minutes in before anyone actually stood still against a wall and listened, and even he checked his watch and left.
Then there were the children.
Weingarten noticed something he described as the one absolutely consistent pattern in the whole morning. Every single time a child walked past, the child tried to stop and watch. And every single time, a parent moved them along.
When Bell finished playing, the station went quiet. Nobody noticed. Nobody applauded.
It's hard not to feel something reading that. Not judgment of the commuters, who were doing what we all do, but something more like recognition.
What This Story Isn't
It would be easy to read this as a story about the cluelessness of busy people. Look at all those distracted commuters who couldn't even stop for one of the world's greatest violinists.
That's not really the lesson. Those commuters were people on their way to work, on time, doing what they were supposed to be doing. They weren't bad. They weren't broken.
The lesson is quieter and more uncomfortable. We are built to move past extraordinary things every day, and most of the time, we do.
The fact that one of the great musicians of our generation playing a multi-million-dollar instrument couldn't break through the morning routine of more than a thousand people tells us something about how thick the routine is. It doesn't take a Joshua Bell to disappear from our awareness. Almost everything does.
Notice, too, what the twenty-seven donors did. They registered him enough to reach for a dollar and not enough to stop walking. That's the more familiar version of what most of us do all day.
The Children Saw
The detail I keep returning to is the children.
Every single child wanted to stop. Every single parent kept them moving.
Children haven't yet been fully trained out of their attention. They haven't yet learned that you're supposed to keep walking, that the schedule is more important than the music, that this is not what we are doing right now. They still register what's actually happening in front of them.
The adults knew the violin was beautiful, on some level. Some of them probably noticed. But noticing, for an adult on the way to work, doesn't translate into stopping. We've gotten very good at registering things and walking past them anyway. The adult version of attention is closer to inventory than presence. We record that something is there and keep moving.
There's an ache in this for me. I think most of us, at some point in our development, were the child being pulled along. And then somewhere, we became the adult doing the pulling, to ourselves, to our kids, to anyone in our orbit who tries to slow us down for a moment of beauty.
What This Has to Do With Therapy
The people I work with often live their version of this story
They are competent, busy, on schedule. They walk past the things that would feed them, the small moments of beauty in their own lives, because they have somewhere to be. And the somewhere they have to be is sometimes important, but more often it's just next. The next email, the next task, the next responsibility, the next thing they're supposed to be doing.
Slowly, over time, the thinness builds up. They stop noticing the way the light comes through the kitchen window in the morning. They stop tasting their food. They stop feeling their partner's hand on their back. The miraculous becomes routine, and then it becomes invisible.
This is one of the quiet costs of an over-busy life that doesn't show up in any diagnostic manual. You don't develop a disorder. You just slowly lose contact with the texture of your own days. You become the woman who threw a dollar in Joshua Bell's case without stopping.
I've written elsewhere about what it would actually take for a high achiever to be still, because this is the version of the problem I see most often.
Mindfulness Is Not Mysterious
I came to this work as a therapist and a trained mindfulness teacher, and I want to say something direct here.
Mindfulness is not really about meditation, although meditation is one of the practices that builds it. It's not about being still for hours. It's not even about being calm.
It's about whether you are inside your life or watching it from a distance.
The practice, whether it happens in formal meditation, in therapy, in a quiet moment with your morning coffee, or in a single conscious breath at a red light, is the practice of returning your attention to what is actually happening, in the moment it is happening. It's the practice of stopping for the violin. If you want a concrete version to start with, the Triangle of Awareness takes about twenty seconds.
You don't have to literally stop and listen to every street performer. The world doesn't ask that of you, and you'd never get to work. But you can keep, alongside your movement, a quality of attention that registers what is actually there. The stunning earrings on the grocery clerk. Your child's laugh. The color of the sky on the way to your car. The miracle of a body that is breathing without your having to remind it to.
These things are not waiting for some better moment to be beautiful. They are beautiful now. Whether you notice is up to you.
What Gets in the Way
For most of my clients, the obstacle isn't lack of desire. It's the speed of the life they've built.
When your nervous system has been running fast for years, slowing down enough to actually notice things doesn't happen automatically. You can intellectually know that a Joshua Bell is in front of you and still keep walking, because your body has been trained to keep walking through almost anything
This is why the work of slowing down is rarely just a decision. It's often a longer process, sometimes through therapy, sometimes through practice, sometimes through a combination, of letting your nervous system learn that it's safe to be still long enough to actually take something in.
For some people, that work involves grieving what they've already missed, the years of moments that went past without registration. That grief, when it comes, is part of the way back. It's a sign that the part of you that can be moved is still there.
The Question at the End
The summary I first read closed with a line usually attributed to Albert Einstein.
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
Einstein almost certainly never said it. The earliest known appearance is in a private note from 1942, and researchers who have traced it have found nothing connecting it to him. It's one of the most repeated fake Einstein quotes in circulation.
Which is, I think, quietly perfect for a post about attention. A thousand people walked past a Stradivarius. Millions of us have walked past a sentence with a famous name on it and never once looked at the name.
The line is still worth something. I don't think it's a statement about miracles anyway. I think it's a statement about attention, and it doesn't need Einstein to be true.
Both modes are available to most of us, most of the time. The same morning that contained a man rushing past a Stradivarius also contained a child trying, against the pull of his mother's hand, to turn back and listen.
The question, and I think it's a real one worth sitting with, is which mode you've defaulted to in your own life, and what it would take to begin shifting.
If you've been moving too fast to notice the music in your own days, and you'd like a place to slow down with someone who works at the intersection of therapy and mindfulness, I'd be glad to hear from you. You can book a free consultation here.