Rants and Deep talks:Perspective

I can’t seem to come up with any story ideas nowadays, so I hope this satisfies my writing cravings for now.

We all have those moments when you give someone a compliment or you notice something nice about someone else, and yet when we look at ourselves, we seem to not notice those same things within us.

In my short time on Earth, one thing I’ve come to realise, is its all about perspective. Sometimes fluid, sometimes rock-hard, but always perspective.

Your perspective of how you see an issue and the world. Unfortunately, one place this brilliant perspective fails is when you look at yourself, because unfortunately it then meets, his toxic best friend memories, the impressions those memories left on you.

I find it hard to give myself an easy time, even though that is what I do with everyone else on this plane on a daily basis. I try to give them the benefit of doubt, because how could I ever know everything about them. Maybe, the reason why I give myself a hard time, because I am arrogant enough to assume I know everything about myself, I think we all are. I mean yes I know myself the best, but that doesn’t mean I know everything. How do I forget that I am also a person, ever-growing on a daily basis, unless I give myself concrete proof that I am, and how do I forget about that proof. Maybe if I would remember, I’d tell my best friend, my brain, to suck it up and not be such an asshole.

Maybe like my never-ending conquest to find the good about everything, I’ll find the good in my case too.

I hope, I remember all of this for once, and that the only time I find a good perspective is not when I’m dying and my life flashes before my eyes and I’m finally able to see it correctly. Wonder if 40yr old me will ever look at 18 yr old me and understand, or will my 40 yr old self will still look like a fool to my 70 yr old self.

Are we all destined to be perpetual idiots? That was rhetorical, yes we are. I’m sorry but we are. Idiots in every way. Cute sweet idiots…..but idiots. Idiots who fall down and then start licking the gravel. Idiots who will keep that hard mattress and never go out and get a new one. Idiots who’ll constantly litter and then frown on the site of cow shit.

Well if we all are idiots, what’s the consolation. There is none, as bad as it sounds, I think this is how it is bubba. Then again, what do I know, I am just a fool waiting to be 40, gain better perspective, eating my ice cream and listening to the Encanto soundtrack.