Perspective. We all have our own. Some perspectives we learn over time while others we form on the drop of a dime. I have said, in earlier posts, that I find people fascinating. Their tastes, their mannerisms, and their idiosyncrasies. But what I am really into is their perspective.
For example: the glass to the left of this post. Half full? Half empty? Too much? Not enough? Do you even care?
I was at a meeting last night and at the end, we all went outside. A lot of us stand around and chitter chatter sometimes; getting to know each other and all that. I was talking to my old sponsor, and I spotted this huge bug on the wall to the right of me. It was huge and beautiful, from my perspective.
I started to ease my hand under the bug (my mother had shown me how to do this just this past weekend) and my old sponsor started to become uncomfortable.
“Please, Darlene. Don’t do that!” she begged me.
“Why? It’s a harmless bug. Look how cool he is,” I defended as I edged my hand under the left rear leg.
“Cool? It’s ugly and it will hurt you,” she said. I could hear her perspective from the fear in her voice.
I really wanted to hold this bug and get a better look at it. From my perspective it was just a bug; a misunderstood bug judged solely on appearance. My perspective saw beauty and uniqueness.
I decided to spare everyone (at this point more people were watching) the horror of me (gasp!) actually picking up a giant bug to revel in the beauty I saw in God’s little creature. My old sponsor relaxed and so did a few other people after I moved my hand away from the bug. I felt a little sad because I didn’t get to pick the bug up.
However, I am happy that I got to see it and that I didn’t cause mass hysteria!
Life is all about perspective.
Have your perspectives ever changed? How do you feel about bugs?