Life is all about perspective.
Sad thing is, perspective likes to have fun.
And sometimes perspective doesn't know where to draw the line.
Growing up we begin to realize that the things we think aren't what others think. We realize the world isn't just our neighborhood. That people can have a different opinion on something that is obviously a fact to you.
Recently I've run into more situations like this.
Some admirable.
Some over respected by being compared to the scum of the earth.
For one. I know someone who puts so much love into family. He tells his parents everything and looks to them for help. He cares so deeply for each one of them, and leaving them is a pure sadness. His home is kind and understanding. Filled with imperfection, but yet an ideal family. Merely because they show their love instead of thinking voicing it is enough.
See, I've heard of these kinds of families, but I never knew they were real.
As I face my own family and see nothing but pain, and sadness I immediately want to run. Find something happy. Though as I talk to my friend he insists to not give up hope.
I can't tell you how many times my mind has played catch with this object wondering if this could be true or if it's because he was put in this kind of family so he believes that every family is naturally like his.
On a sadder note. I mentioned my family.
Perspective is definitely crucial in my family. Everyone's perspective is blindfolded, put in a box, and shipped to the bermuda triangle. No one assuming that another person has feelings. Words and actions speak so loud that it all forms into one I hate you that has made me deaf from empathy.
This one minded heartless perspective has torn something that is supposed to be so special and important to hundreds and thousand of pieces. Fighting. Tears. Depression. They all walk through the halls here. Debating if they should over take us all with their emotion, or only posses one so the rest can laugh or force them into becoming a pariah, because human nature is the devil of them all.
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