It's All A Matter of Perspective
Late last night, Royston and I went out to get ourselves some dinner supper and as we were walking to the car I looked up at the sky out of habit, and I made a passing comment about how the clouds were orange.
He glanced up and replied as a matter-of-fact, "No, it's purple."
We then went on to have a fifteen-second, bite-sized debate about the clouds and if they were orange or purple.
It then occurred to me again that everything is really just a matter of perspective. Take for example #thedress-Royston saw it in blue and black but for the life of me, I just couldn't understand how anyone could see it in those colours when it is so apparent to me that the dress is white and gold.
Of course, I now know that the "correct" colour is blue and black.
But blue and black, white and gold, orange or purple, why does it matter?
In the real world, we take offence at one another way too often over conflicting points-of-view. Sometimes it's almost as if we have to prove the other party wrong because only our perspective is true to us and therefore "correct" in our eyes. But we forget that each and every one of us looks at things through different lens and we engage in this reality in different ways. Life is as much of a lie as how orange to me is purple in Royston's eyes.
No one human experience is the same and it is probably that way for a bigger reason. I carry big dreams about this world, but for starters, I just wish that more of us could look past physical borders and instead see one another as the living, walking, breathing storybooks that we are.