Grazing upon each other
As it rises
That it’s probably not worth the bother
How can this be the first thought
That pure awareness produces
The beginning of a day
The day is over before it’s begun
The optimist pipes
The pessimist gripes
And the realist just goes on and on
Climbing over hurdles
Breaking down mountains
Into their smallest parts
Carrying heavy pieces in their hearts
They carry on
I used to be an optimist with a generous dash of pessimist when my anxiety got out of control. Now I guess I’m a realist. If such things are even important.
People and personalities are not set in stone. If this was so then why would we be born and grow?
What would be the point to life and learning? Yet humans tend to categorise and place themselves and others according to these endless array of labels.
Change becomes frowned upon by others but mostly by the individual themselves. Change requires a recalibration of thought from the very centre of our being outwards. It’s all to hard for some and they relapse into the safe rotations of the familiar.
Some arrive at the edges of their perimeters and then think “oh well this is the limit of me” and collapse back in on themselves.
Perhaps it’s safer – the known quantity – comforting yet confining.
A change of view starts with a point (of view).
That point is located at the heart of a circle of thinking.
This point is not set in stone. It can be adjusted, yet some spend their entire lives rotating throughout the parameters of this circle as if it is the only width and breadth achievable.
Change is as easy as altering the concentric point from which your compass rotates.
Or if the change required (or desired) is more dramatic – simply lift your entire compass (remember maths and drawing at school?) and start drawing from a fresh location on the page.
Which is why travelling away from our usual locations are so vital to growth. It broadens perspective and widens the circles from which we can draw.
Travel literally changes our compass points.