perspective
I have been faced with a unique challenge to open myself up to alternate perspectives, which lead me to ponder how, at times, attachment to my own perspectives have lead me into deepest despair.
How naive can I be to assume that my own perspective, this one human being in a sea of billions, is the only valid viewpoint? Wow. I am thankful for the reality check, returning to a place of peace.
Imagine you and I sitting at a table together. On the table between us is a vase. I could be thinking it's the most beautiful vase in the world; you could be thinking it's the most wretched thing you've ever laid eyes on.
Who's right? Neither one of us... it's just a vase.
So... I begin to consider my perspectives of my own life. Challenges arise and I observe my mind jumping to the worst conclusions, getting carried off with "what if's", making 'problems' out to be bigger and more important than they really are. (Not-so-commonly known as "pole vaulting over mouse sh*t")
I notice there seems to be a need for labelling "good" and "bad". But things just ARE. Looking from that perspective, all is well and managable, and I become thankful for the experience.