A Point Of View
I have one, you know…
we all do.
It’s also called perspective.
I’m not going to talk about the kind of perspective that evolves with us as we age,
like the way we viewed broccoli as a child, is different from how we view it today.
I’m talking about the perspective that’s unique to each one of us.
Our very own personal one, that seems to automatically attach a judgement or assessment
to everything we see.
To help illustrate what I mean, take a look here, at this little shelf that is kind of….
(Let me start over.) “Ahem.”
Take this little shelf, for example.
It’s not really built for function.
There was some “dainty” hardware on the back that could not have supported much weight.
And, I’m still not sure what the pegs thought they would hold.
Because like I said, the hardware on the back of it was “dainty“.
(Please don’t make me type “dainty” again.)
I’m not sure what could’ve fit in the cubby spots either. Tiny.
(Please don’t make me type “cubby” again.)
Despite the fact that I don’t like the word “cubby” (dang it!),
I like things that have different sections built in.
(Because for me, things with sections hold the illusion of organization.)
I decided to remove what I didn’t care for because let’s face it,
I couldn’t see a warning on it, telling me:
Do Not Remove The Parts You Don’t Like.
This Shelf Must Remain a Shelf, Forever.
There. That’s better. I just turned the entire little-shelf world… on it’s ear.
(Sorry, but that line sorta felt like a joke… and my dad will laugh at it. He gets me.)
See that? That was my example for perspective.
I bet you thought it was just a shelf with pegs, and maybe I could change it up by painting it,
but it would still be the same little shelf with pegs.
I was hoping to show you that by simply turning it, and deciding on which side could be the top,
it wasn’t a little shelf with pegs anymore.
By turning it and looking from a different angle, it became something else entirely.
Now I’m about to get real up in here, so hang on….
A perspective is like this thing that’s kept in a back pocket.
We get comfortable with it as time goes on, and the days melt into months, years, whatever…
and we forget about it. Perspective, falls into a default position.
Like my dad’s wallet falls into that wallet-shaped spot in the pocket of his 501 shrink-to-fits.
We don’t question it because it’s automatic. It’s ours.
What if we could start trading our perspectives?
What if we could swap with our friend here, or trade up with our boss there?
Would our life experience be different?
Would we stop and chat with our neighbor Frank, if we knew he craved our visit?…
If we knew his cancer was about to take him, would we stop and pet his dog? I bet yes.
I bet if we weren’t stuck with our own flat, one sided, view from our front porch, we- . . . . . . .
A perspective is one-dimensional. Flat.
The only way to see the world in depth and take in the full scope of it, is to pause and walk around it.
Look at it from where someone else was standing, and see what they see.
The colors from the side, the details from above, and then maybe back away to see it from afar.
We can do that. This works in regards to our friends, neighbors, and even strangers too.
We can choose to change up our view and see a full reality.
We can shift our position, tilt our heads to the side, and be open to what we might have missed.
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