Perspective
The more I travel, the more human I become. The best part of experiencing new places? An absolute destruction and reconstruction of perspective. Without a doubt, and within every place I’ve been, lies both beauty and struggle. Varying degrees of beauty, varying degrees of struggle, yet still the distinctive threads of commonality that bind us all together.
Intertwined within these threads is also a powerful pride in sharing all aspects of each other’s unique culture. In every place, there’s good and bad people, yet in my experiences, the good outweigh the bad 99 to 1. Even if mainstream media outlets decide to focus on the 1% of bad that serves their own attention-grabbing agendas, the majority of us are the complete opposite of what’s being portrayed.
More often than not, we attract those who are of a similar nature to our own. When I enter any environment with complete love and respect for the surroundings, I’m usually met with the same energy. Yet, this doesn’t mean I’m completely oblivious to the opposite side of that same coin. There will always be those who won’t and can’t match those intentions of love and respect, but with enough experience, they’re relatively easy to identify and navigate around.
Through these words and my own actions, I’ll always choose to exemplify and give energy to the constructive aspects of our complicated human nature. Because we’ve all been nurtured in different environments, we can’t expect every single person we come across to match our intentions, but we can still decide to lead with love, regardless of any differing externalities.
Within every place I’ve been, the same love for life exists. And with enough time and attention, it’ll always be found.
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” - Albert Camus