Perspective Depends on Where You Stand
Perspective. Â It’s a hell of a thing, isn’t it? Â You think you know what you’re looking at. Â You see it every day. Â Some thing. Â Or some one.
Like this tree on the farm back home.
You walk by it every day. Â You’re vaguely aware that it’s damaged. Â You might even be aware of it enough to know that there are bees in it, and honey. Â It has character. Â It’s withstood many storms, and you trust that it’s not going anywhere. Â It’s been part of the landscape so long that you can’t imagine home without it. You face East and this is the face it shows you.
Then one day, Â the grass is too wet at your feet and you are forced to take a slightly different path. Â And you walk all the way around the tree.
You look back, facing West for the first time. Â Seeing the same tree stark against a different background.
And everything you missed before stands out.
How helpless you are to make it whole again.
All you can do is marvel that it’s still standing.