As I was sitting in my office this morning, I was looking around. And wondering who picked the egg white wall color. Who chose the position of the outlets, which are mostly hidden behind furniture. Who picked the great desk? All I know, it wasn’t me. I then realized that someone had decided everything in this room. No single element in my office wasn’t a result of somebody’s decision. That is pretty remarkable when you think about it.
Even the pen on the floor was only there because I decided to put it down so close to the edge of the table yesterday that I would swipe it off the desk the next day.
Fact, is, for most of the time we are living in an entirely designed environment.
When you drive through the streets, you can be sure every mark on the asphalt is there because somebody made a decision to put it there. Same for all the road signs and signals. Shops are adding their well thought out, eye-catching advertising to the panorama.
Someone who is looking for a dog taped a note to the traffic light. Scruffy got lost at a walk the day before. And someone else is giving guitar lessons on Fridays.
At this moment I rather want to call the person who clocked the traffic lights. I can’t even go one block without stopping at a red light.
All this to say that I am usually not aware of all the decisions that went into creating the world I live in.