Perspective

Perspective can be seen as your time and place in the situation.

In perceiving a tree, is it the wood and branches or the leaf from which the story is told. The rooted tree’s movements are large and graceful when viewed from afar, while from with in the boughs you might observe that the leaf rustles and whips about holding on with a single stem and only briefly for the season. A symphony composed by a spring breeze when considered as a whole.

As I look at the world and try to see the big picture and find my place in it, I am constantly wondering “what if?”. What if I could love any one thing so singularly that I could embody and thrive at that passion… since my passion is for the process of exploration and learning, following threads and rabbit holes, seeking connections and truths… It is hard to say I have found a “calling”. I think many people wonder if they will ever feel that. Find that eternal northern star to guide them. (Although I worry blind faith clouds good judgement. )

I weep for the beauty of the world around me

And I scream angrily into the wind… resounding yet silenced and lost amongst the chaos. I weep that most waste their brief moment to appreciate our moment here.

In spite of the hate, it has been my experience that as humans the things we find most beautiful are the things that are the most temporary yet we seek to make them last forever.

People cherish things like flowers and sunsets, sweet kisses and hugs but they are not satisfied to have it for the moment. They want to own them to make the last forever. The beauty is the fact that it was only meant for the moment. A memory.

We are so worried about making connections with everyone else, we forget to make the connections within our own lives.

We are all makers and responsible for making the best of our own lives. Weaving our own stories, analogies and relatable experiences with our own beliefs and our own style.

When we are kind to ourselves, it will hopefully make us kind to others.

Sadly the most kind and giving people I know, are the ones who have had it all taken from them before. The ones who have known the worst of humanity.

We must be more aware than ever of our perspectives and the big picture. It may not be the wind which stirs the leaves but an attack on the life giving roots, a sharp axe to the trunk. Trees can survive… they can heal… when the leaves of the season turn to the sun and give back to that from which they came.