WARNING Rant ahead click only if you want to read it.Perspective, By definition is who and what defines and clouds your judgment.
If you openĀ a dictionary and lookup perspective you will get the following: (n) position, view, perspective (a way of regarding situations or topics etc.) “consider what follows from the positivist view”
I call it a manner of thought, manner of actions in ones own mind. I’ve got many perspectives on how I live or rather how I should live. Wikipedia has Perspective refers to the word Wisdom. To which gives this definition
“Wisdom is a deep understanding and realizing of people, things, events or situations, resulting in the ability to choose or act to consistently produce the optimum results with a minimum of time and energy. Wisdom is the ability to optimally (effectively and efficiently) apply perceptions and knowledge and so produce the desired results. Wisdom is comprehension of what is true or right coupled with optimum judgment as to action. Synonyms include: sagacity, discernment, or insight. Wisdom often requires control of one’s emotional reactions (the “passions”) so that one’s principles, reason and knowledge prevail to determine one’s actions.”
If I have a perspective does that grant me wisdom or rather the lack of wisdom? I offend think about how things around me are and the reactions and interactions that go on a daily basis. What if I put on my sunglasses that have the rose or purple tint in them to protect my eyes. I think of that tint as a protective cover in order to conceal ones eyes. To be given wisdom is to have more knowledge than others or to be granted the ability to know more with many means of gaining it be it from real life, books, the internet or passed down from generations. I often wonder where my wisdom or the lack of comes from. I can go days cracking jokes or making light of others faults for my own enjoyment. I’m by the definition of an asshole but yet thats my perspective. You can be both wise and have a perspective however can’t be both. A living perspective to teach others the correct, good, right path in life or in death. I’m a walking example of street knowledge and how to survive the world. I’ve learned not to trust everyone, I’ve learned that I can be hurt only to be hurt again and again. I can trust but now it has to be earned.
Trust is by definition “have confidence or faith in; “We can trust in God”; “Rely on your friends”; “bank on your good education”; “I swear by my grandmother’s recipes”
I trust so few these days. Why ? because I’ve been hurt on so many levels and in so many ways. I have a habit of choosing whats comfortable and not whats new and fresh. I spend days researching subjects that I’ll never need in real life. If I by some chance know the answer do I sound like a pompous ass if I speak up or just shut my mouth and nod. I look at life as a big joke with loads of reality thats harsh and angry. Do I have issues? Damn straight I do. I’m an emotional nightmare and I’m me. I’ve been so low before that death would have been an upgrade. I’ve been so high before like riding a non-stop roller coaster every waking minute of every day just to have the rails bend with each pass to the point of not being the original path. I often wonder what my path is and if I need to break out of “the norm” or do I continue on a predictable path so that I can control the outcome? I have lots of questions that plow thru my head daily and if you know me if given 1 task I struggle but if you pile on 3 more I thrive and get that task done as fast as you can ask. I am me. I am one of a kind. I am james. I have a very interesting perspective on life. I believe you are to love the one you love and be with the ones you want to be with no matter the circumstances. I love to rant (see what your reading) I love to have fun but my thoughts of fun are not the normal. I like friends, I like that I can count on a few friends. I’ve balanced to a new level if there are 10 floors on my life I’m stuck on the 5th floor. I’ve wanted to climb to the next level but to many things tied to my waist and I’m fearful that if I cut one of the ropes off I’ll cut the wrong one and its attached to a noose. My one fear is fear itself. I want to be spontaneous and fly by the seat of my pants but I’m fearful I’ll make the wrong choices. Choices? what choices do we have? I could go out and get drunk every night if I choose but I lost someone very close to me when I was young to a drunk. With every sip when not at home I fear I’m going to be that driver. See most of my friends I hang out with are 10 years or so younger than me and are all free thinkers where I’m closed to most things because I fear the future and where I’ll be. Will I be flipping burgers in 3 weeks or will I be looking down from a new position on the staircase trying to get to level 6. I really don’t want to make the wrong choice and end up below 5 again. I’ve seen whats there and I’ve worked to hard to get to where I am now just to lose it all again. I still ask myself on a regular basis “who am I?” and I get various replies. I’m smart, stupid, kind, asshole, friend, enemy, thoughtful and forgetful. I’m me and I guess thats all I need to know..
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