I have a sickening tendency to hope.
I will stand on one end of the bridge you’re burning, fire hose ready, while you’re on the other end adding more gasoline.
I will inhale the smoke and cough up your broken promises, trying to make you remember how we were before to no avail.
And after running away before my lungs aren’t the only thing burning, I will watch from a safe distance as you walk away in the wake of the flames.
I won’t say a word as I douse them, but I will build a new bridge out of my memories after putting out the remaining embers and wait to see if you ever cross it.
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.
“point of view”, in psychology, the choice of a context for opinions, beliefs and experiences
Perspective in theory of cognition is the choice of a context or a reference (or the result of this choice) from which to sense, categorize, measure or codify experience, cohesively forming a coherent belief, typically for comparing with another. One may further recognize a number of subtly distinctive meanings, close to those of paradigm, point of view, reality tunnel, umwelt, or weltanschauung.