Levels

These days and exquisite runs for hold on situations, has a woman like me blinking in time with certain watch towers.  I'd like to speak of perspective. It's interesting to me how personal reality can differ so much from my neighbor, the home located a mile from my home, and a weeping mother in another state.
      
       It's a matter of, to each their own, isn't it. Your own reality, level of stress, level of happiness, level of trauma, level of love, and I could go on and on, is solely and directly individual. What's so amazing about one persons crisis, over another's? Nothing really, it's all directly proportionately to what has happened in your own life.

       The sky could be falling at my home this week, and next week the sky could be falling on my friends home. I'd gather it's equally as disturbing, to both households. Yet, the very next week, you could find out the sky is falling on your Parents home, plus a fire started in the living room and burned everything to the ground. Suddenly, just having alittle sky falling on your home doesn't seem as bad as it felt.

       That's a silly analogy, but if we put it in real terms, what has been my challenges, stuff that feels personally crippling, is tossed into the perspective pot of life when you take a moment to look up and around. Glance at your neighbor and you see they are dealing with finding a lump in their breast and has to fight just to get someone to look at within the month. Glance at another neighbor, and you see she has placed a hold on her "regular" life to caretaker for a beautiful twin sister, that is in the middle of chemo for breast cancer. Glance to another peaceful soul and you wonder how she ever dealt with the pain of living through losing her husband and grandson in a car crash. I could go on and on......perspective.

       Life's little perspective pot is swirling with every imaginable scenario. It's time's like this, my minds wandering questions, I have to take a step back and take a smile around the block and relax. That annoying saying, "It could always be worse" actually has some merit, even if it irritates us all to hear it.

       I'm always watching for the light in the dark. I admit it. For every dark, I know there is a light. If there is a light to be found, I'm on that search. Someday maybe I'll try soul searching with a stronger floodlight. So watching, glancing, spying on other lives, touching base here and there, encouraging myself and others, bringing light to the dark. A bit of the circus to the arena.

       An ounce of perspective can be found just as soon as you take your head out of the clouds and peek around. There isn't a soul I know who isn't looking for something. Whether it's lost love, the remote control, acceptance, your keys, understanding, a great book, connection, if you're looking for it, it falls in this column. There's always something to search, there's always something missing. Tossing on alittle dose of perspective just balances it all out.