The thing about perspective is that it ought to change from time to time. Gained and lost, always in a state of upheaval. Thinking that your perspective is infallible can lead to dangerous results.
He almost dropped his coffee as her profile moved into his peripheral. He couldn’t see her eyes, but one long lash visibly fanned against her smooth cocoa cheeks every few seconds. He was halfway across the room before realized he was walking, and when she turned, revealing a face half burned, he held in a gasp and asked for a name.
What’s your perspective? Everybody has a different one. It’s influenced by just about everything in your life, you family, your location, your upbringing, your associates, your friends, etc.
that’s what you’re all about. it’s the first lesson you’ve taught me, it’s what i believe in now – PERSPECTIVE!
back when ratatouille first came out, i had no idea what Anton Ego meant by “serve me some perspective” but now i certainly do, and if it weren’t for chocolate, it surely would be my favourite dish
I believe that all people should have a good perspective of future, because the most of it depends of ourselves. Many people complain all the time but they don’t do nothing to improve their chances.
The life is difficult, but all people have chances. You just need to recognize them.
It wasn’t always about what she could see. Anna’s senses had fooled her quite enough for one lifetime. She chose to go by her gut.
It had never steered her wrong, and it was what had led her to the kitchens in the middle of the night; an old routine from her childhood, when she would yell and shout and refuse food without her sister, only to sneak down hours later, tummy rumbling.
It was a lonely memory, and just like all the others, she pushed it to the side. It didn’t matter anymore. Not after she walked into the darkened room only to stumble upon her sister, cheeks full of chocolate cake. //Her chocolate cake.
Anna smiled. A childhood of lonely memories was making way for a new life of happiness. Nothing else mattered now.
I’m sitting on my back porch enjoying the morning air. It’s crisp and somehow totally rejuvenating. Larry’s house sits just two houses away and I can’t help but smirk about it. What are the chances? If he were to walk out right now I could wave, ‘Hello’.
Sometimes in life people need to stand back and look at a different perspective. Take into account someones elses situation and not judging them based on what they see but instead of what they know. It is important that someone should not be too critical or harsh, as they do not know what another has to go through or has gone. Just putting things into perspective.
I like to come up here to get a fresh perspective on things. Breathe in the salty air. From here you can look right across the harbour and see right the way to Blyth, or sometimes even further on a clearer day. Today’s not a clear day though.
i just feel depressed today. and i have no other perspective but to write something… :) anything that will come out in my bothered mind…. i am just sad. that’s it…
kaleidoscopes rolling down a hill
that’s what life feels like when i’m running
when i’m breathing
when i’m falling in love
fractals smashed and tumbling
i think i see more of you now
The night was quiet.
Well, almost quiet.
The bloodied girl struggling through the snow ruined the peaceful atmosphere.
Why was she bloodied?
“Don’t know.”
“Don’t care.”
The fox was to small to do anything to her anyway, though the stench of blood was alluring.
Of course, everything is alluring to a fox.
But what should he care of a human while he could care for finding a meal.
He could hear her rapid breaths and could smell the fear rolling off of her as clearly as one could smell the smell of the evergreens that surrounded him.
Of course, if the fox did care, he may have noticed the glint of a stained knife, reflecting the serene light from the moon.
But he was just a fox.
As long as he was fed he was content.
And he did not care for such human trifles.
The night was quiet.
Well, almost quiet.
The bloodied girl struggling through the snow ruined the peaceful atmosphere.
Why was she bloodied?
Don’t know.
Don’t care.
The fox was to small to do anything to her anyway, though the stench of blood was alluring.
Of course, everything is alluring to a fox.
But what should he care of a human while he could care for finding a meal.
He could hear her rapid breaths and could smell the fear rolling off of her as clearly as one could smell the smell of the evergreens that surrounded him.
Of course, if the fox did care, he may have noticed the glint of a stained knife, reflecting the serene light from the moon.
But he was just a fox.
And he did not care for such human trifles.
Perspective is all that we have to keep up our attitude. Your perspective of things is how you view them. If you don’t like what you’re seeing, change your perspective. Perspective is everything. It’s your vantage point. It gives you an advantage, and allows you to control your thoughts and mind. If you have a short term perspective you won’t be able to see the overall effects of current things. That is a problem. Make your perspective your guide. Control it.
You can’t explain your situation to someone and have them 100% understand. Just like you will never understand someone’s perspective unless you knew everything that goes behind their decision-making processes. Sometimes, we can have similar ideals or opinions with people, and that’s great. But sometimes it takes getting out of your comfort zone to really gain some new perspective and learn.
My perspective was skewed — at least, that’s what they told me. I saw things that others didn’t, and that was somehow wrong. The things that had happened to me in the past month was all a delusion drawn up from something in my subconscious. It wasn’t real. Nothing I knew was real. And to prove that I was beginning to become “sane” again, I had to keep repeating over and over that I was crazy — that everything I knew was a lie. Yet, though I could say those words, my heart could not feel them. For I knew that what I experienced was true — it was real, and these words were the lie.
60 seconds isn’t long enough
To talk and tell you about what’s in my mind
About what wheels are turning
And what
Could possibly
Be surrounding me
And how it’s effecting my thoughts
Is it really my perspective?
Or is it
The rest of the world
Forcing their outlooks on life
Upon me.
I suppose neither of us will ever really know.
I tried to offer my class different perspectives on the shooting that occurred the night before in our town, but none of my students were budging. They all had the same opinion: That the police officer ought to be locked up for life. Not that I didn’t agree with them; it was just my job, as their teacher, to offer them contrasting viewpoints.
“I don’t even think he should just be put in jail,” quipped my straight A student Barney. “I think he ought to be put to death by firing squad, just to see how it feels!”
Perspective. Perspective is how we view issues, decisions though our own customized lens. We create this special lens through experiences in our life. For example, it can particularly be with the people we grew up with, family, friends, or it
Finding out one of your favorite people.. someone who has been there since the beginning. One of your biggest fans.. is dying. That sucks. And helps put things into perspective. The guy that broke up with you a couple days ago just isn’t as important.
Amazing how changing one thing can change your whole perspective. One small thing…a world of difference. One look, one word, one image, one touch…and your world has shifted on it’s axis and everything is different. The same…but more…and less…and altered.
Yours. Mine. So different. So discordant. How do you ever find a way to meet when you’re at such angles from one another. Whose is right? Whose is wrong? Does it matter?
It required stepping back to appreciate it. But it wasn’t about appreciation. She didn’t want to appreciate it. She wanted to examine it, to step inside, to understand how it functioned on a minute scale. The big picture, whatever. She got the general idea, but to actually understand, and that’s what she wanted. Understanding, not appreciation.
That’s how she saw it, anyway. But if she knew her students, they probably had a very different perspective on the situation with Meinhard and the board. And she was just fine with that.
You see, it’s a subjective thing. Perspective, I mean. That lady over there, she’s going to see it differently than you do. And him? Another story. No matter what, everything is going to have a thousand different sides to it.
she stands on the steps of the capitol, overlooking the crowd amassed before her father. time slows, and she looks at every face. she wonders about their husbands, wives, children – their hopes and dreams. her father will ruin it all. a small knot forms in her throat, and, suddenly, she is responsible for them all. they are her people, her responsibility.
My perspective is skewed. Maybe because of my age, my gender, my nationality or maybe because of my tax bracket. I think what I am trying to say is that everyone has a perspective, but its not only their perspective that is true because there are a million more like it and a million trillion more that are different.
She hung upside down when she thought. When asked, she told people it was fun. At school from the tree limb she could hear the laughing. She saw the pointing. SOme people would try to join her. Talk and laugh with her. She wasn’t being rude, or trying to be anyway. She just liked the quiet others tended to interrupt.
In Junior High and High School, she had to choose a new tree. First day of High School, she found the perfect one. It was tall, and if she went high enough the teachers wouldn’t see her. And couldn’t yell at her.
She hadn’t been paying attention, spaced off. Closed her eyes. When she opened them she was surprised to see someone had joined her. A dark haired boy, from the wrestling team last year. She’d seen him around at the Junior High. She expected him to talk, but he didn’t. And they hung there everyday after. They never talked. In fact, they had no classes together that year. And when they shared classes in Sophomore and Junior year, they never talked. Senior year they had two classes together. But it wasn’t until the last day of school. After school, she went to their tree. He was already up there. And they hung for awhile. And this time, they did talk. Almost as if they’d talked before. Frequently. And as he left, he smiled sadly.
“Thank you, for the new perspective.”
The thing about perspective is that it ought to change from time to time. Gained and lost, always in a state of upheaval. Thinking that your perspective is infallible can lead to dangerous results.
He almost dropped his coffee as her profile moved into his peripheral. He couldn’t see her eyes, but one long lash visibly fanned against her smooth cocoa cheeks every few seconds. He was halfway across the room before realized he was walking, and when she turned, revealing a face half burned, he held in a gasp and asked for a name.
What’s your perspective? Everybody has a different one. It’s influenced by just about everything in your life, you family, your location, your upbringing, your associates, your friends, etc.
Her perspective on the situation was different from the others in the room.
that’s what you’re all about. it’s the first lesson you’ve taught me, it’s what i believe in now – PERSPECTIVE!
back when ratatouille first came out, i had no idea what Anton Ego meant by “serve me some perspective” but now i certainly do, and if it weren’t for chocolate, it surely would be my favourite dish
It is a funny thing-perspective…it shapes your attitudes and your mind set and everyone has their own…kinda like resumes and assholes….
I believe that all people should have a good perspective of future, because the most of it depends of ourselves. Many people complain all the time but they don’t do nothing to improve their chances.
The life is difficult, but all people have chances. You just need to recognize them.
It wasn’t always about what she could see. Anna’s senses had fooled her quite enough for one lifetime. She chose to go by her gut.
It had never steered her wrong, and it was what had led her to the kitchens in the middle of the night; an old routine from her childhood, when she would yell and shout and refuse food without her sister, only to sneak down hours later, tummy rumbling.
It was a lonely memory, and just like all the others, she pushed it to the side. It didn’t matter anymore. Not after she walked into the darkened room only to stumble upon her sister, cheeks full of chocolate cake. //Her chocolate cake.
Anna smiled. A childhood of lonely memories was making way for a new life of happiness. Nothing else mattered now.
give me a perspective. a perspective on life. whatever. it is all different. in your head. say it out loud
I’m sitting on my back porch enjoying the morning air. It’s crisp and somehow totally rejuvenating. Larry’s house sits just two houses away and I can’t help but smirk about it. What are the chances? If he were to walk out right now I could wave, ‘Hello’.
I dont really know my perspective on life. I just go with the flow. I’m not a very opinionated person.
Sometimes in life people need to stand back and look at a different perspective. Take into account someones elses situation and not judging them based on what they see but instead of what they know. It is important that someone should not be too critical or harsh, as they do not know what another has to go through or has gone. Just putting things into perspective.
I like to come up here to get a fresh perspective on things. Breathe in the salty air. From here you can look right across the harbour and see right the way to Blyth, or sometimes even further on a clearer day. Today’s not a clear day though.
i just feel depressed today. and i have no other perspective but to write something… :) anything that will come out in my bothered mind…. i am just sad. that’s it…
your sunshine
i’m not sure i live without
in my mind
our last perspective was live without
of love’s kind
forever more i read about
love is nothing to repeat aloud
life is boredom in the streets of crowds.
gnihtyreve si evitcepsrep
kaleidoscopes rolling down a hill
that’s what life feels like when i’m running
when i’m breathing
when i’m falling in love
fractals smashed and tumbling
i think i see more of you now
The night was quiet.
Well, almost quiet.
The bloodied girl struggling through the snow ruined the peaceful atmosphere.
Why was she bloodied?
“Don’t know.”
“Don’t care.”
The fox was to small to do anything to her anyway, though the stench of blood was alluring.
Of course, everything is alluring to a fox.
But what should he care of a human while he could care for finding a meal.
He could hear her rapid breaths and could smell the fear rolling off of her as clearly as one could smell the smell of the evergreens that surrounded him.
Of course, if the fox did care, he may have noticed the glint of a stained knife, reflecting the serene light from the moon.
But he was just a fox.
As long as he was fed he was content.
And he did not care for such human trifles.
The night was quiet.
Well, almost quiet.
The bloodied girl struggling through the snow ruined the peaceful atmosphere.
Why was she bloodied?
Don’t know.
Don’t care.
The fox was to small to do anything to her anyway, though the stench of blood was alluring.
Of course, everything is alluring to a fox.
But what should he care of a human while he could care for finding a meal.
He could hear her rapid breaths and could smell the fear rolling off of her as clearly as one could smell the smell of the evergreens that surrounded him.
Of course, if the fox did care, he may have noticed the glint of a stained knife, reflecting the serene light from the moon.
But he was just a fox.
And he did not care for such human trifles.
What was that?
Did you hear it?
An echo?
A reverberation, yes.
Perspective is all that we have to keep up our attitude. Your perspective of things is how you view them. If you don’t like what you’re seeing, change your perspective. Perspective is everything. It’s your vantage point. It gives you an advantage, and allows you to control your thoughts and mind. If you have a short term perspective you won’t be able to see the overall effects of current things. That is a problem. Make your perspective your guide. Control it.
You can’t explain your situation to someone and have them 100% understand. Just like you will never understand someone’s perspective unless you knew everything that goes behind their decision-making processes. Sometimes, we can have similar ideals or opinions with people, and that’s great. But sometimes it takes getting out of your comfort zone to really gain some new perspective and learn.
My perspective was skewed — at least, that’s what they told me. I saw things that others didn’t, and that was somehow wrong. The things that had happened to me in the past month was all a delusion drawn up from something in my subconscious. It wasn’t real. Nothing I knew was real. And to prove that I was beginning to become “sane” again, I had to keep repeating over and over that I was crazy — that everything I knew was a lie. Yet, though I could say those words, my heart could not feel them. For I knew that what I experienced was true — it was real, and these words were the lie.
60 seconds isn’t long enough
To talk and tell you about what’s in my mind
About what wheels are turning
And what
Could possibly
Be surrounding me
And how it’s effecting my thoughts
Is it really my perspective?
Or is it
The rest of the world
Forcing their outlooks on life
Upon me.
I suppose neither of us will ever really know.
I tried to offer my class different perspectives on the shooting that occurred the night before in our town, but none of my students were budging. They all had the same opinion: That the police officer ought to be locked up for life. Not that I didn’t agree with them; it was just my job, as their teacher, to offer them contrasting viewpoints.
“I don’t even think he should just be put in jail,” quipped my straight A student Barney. “I think he ought to be put to death by firing squad, just to see how it feels!”
Perspective. Perspective is how we view issues, decisions though our own customized lens. We create this special lens through experiences in our life. For example, it can particularly be with the people we grew up with, family, friends, or it
I am a God
I watch over this universe and I will fix it
The Devil destroys all I create
This is why we are equals
And this is my view of all that are good
My sight versus theirs
Our perspectives
Together
Finding out one of your favorite people.. someone who has been there since the beginning. One of your biggest fans.. is dying. That sucks. And helps put things into perspective. The guy that broke up with you a couple days ago just isn’t as important.
Amazing how changing one thing can change your whole perspective. One small thing…a world of difference. One look, one word, one image, one touch…and your world has shifted on it’s axis and everything is different. The same…but more…and less…and altered.
Yours. Mine. So different. So discordant. How do you ever find a way to meet when you’re at such angles from one another. Whose is right? Whose is wrong? Does it matter?
It required stepping back to appreciate it. But it wasn’t about appreciation. She didn’t want to appreciate it. She wanted to examine it, to step inside, to understand how it functioned on a minute scale. The big picture, whatever. She got the general idea, but to actually understand, and that’s what she wanted. Understanding, not appreciation.
That’s how she saw it, anyway. But if she knew her students, they probably had a very different perspective on the situation with Meinhard and the board. And she was just fine with that.
Bla bla bla and bla bla bla this is very interesting Im just waiting for the timer to go off hurry up… Done yay
My perspective of the story is wrong
You see, it’s a subjective thing. Perspective, I mean. That lady over there, she’s going to see it differently than you do. And him? Another story. No matter what, everything is going to have a thousand different sides to it.
Interesting…That’s my perspective on this.
she stands on the steps of the capitol, overlooking the crowd amassed before her father. time slows, and she looks at every face. she wonders about their husbands, wives, children – their hopes and dreams. her father will ruin it all. a small knot forms in her throat, and, suddenly, she is responsible for them all. they are her people, her responsibility.
My perspective is skewed. Maybe because of my age, my gender, my nationality or maybe because of my tax bracket. I think what I am trying to say is that everyone has a perspective, but its not only their perspective that is true because there are a million more like it and a million trillion more that are different.
She hung upside down when she thought. When asked, she told people it was fun. At school from the tree limb she could hear the laughing. She saw the pointing. SOme people would try to join her. Talk and laugh with her. She wasn’t being rude, or trying to be anyway. She just liked the quiet others tended to interrupt.
In Junior High and High School, she had to choose a new tree. First day of High School, she found the perfect one. It was tall, and if she went high enough the teachers wouldn’t see her. And couldn’t yell at her.
She hadn’t been paying attention, spaced off. Closed her eyes. When she opened them she was surprised to see someone had joined her. A dark haired boy, from the wrestling team last year. She’d seen him around at the Junior High. She expected him to talk, but he didn’t. And they hung there everyday after. They never talked. In fact, they had no classes together that year. And when they shared classes in Sophomore and Junior year, they never talked. Senior year they had two classes together. But it wasn’t until the last day of school. After school, she went to their tree. He was already up there. And they hung for awhile. And this time, they did talk. Almost as if they’d talked before. Frequently. And as he left, he smiled sadly.
“Thank you, for the new perspective.”
Somebody’s point of view about something.
Your thought about a situation.
The way you view something.