My dad loved Sherlock Holmes. He had the hard bound compilation of all the books of the worlds greatest detective. And I started reading this fantastic collection of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s work at around the age of 13.
I loved the whole character that was Sherlock Holmes. An absolutely brilliant mind that observed and made educated deductions on what he saw.
Everywhere we look, we are surrounded by a bevy of information. How many of us know how many steps it takes us to get from our front door to the bathroom? It’s a walk we take several times a day but how many of us actually know the approximate number of steps it takes to get to point B from point A?
He would see details that other people would also see but their brains would discard such information, categorizing it as useless or irrelevant. But not to Sherlock Holmes. He would observe, not just see.
How much of your world do you actually SEE? How much would you know of the lives of the people around you if you really really paid attention to detail?
Not many people would be able to tell if something was wrong unless the change or disturbance was great enough.
If you care about someone enough, shouldn’t you take the time to pay attention to the details you’d normally ignore?