So tonight on my drive home I was pleasantly surprised to find what one might call insight (I will call it life lesson) in a very unexpected place. I was listening to a song and was reminded of an argument I once had about that song. Not even an argument really as much as a discussion about how this particular song was to be understood. What did the author mean, to whom was he singing, and under what circumstances was this song being sung? I held one particular view, and my friend held another. Regardless of what the song was or what these two views were, since then I have, through life experience, gained the perspective to personally understand the song from both views. 

All the way home as I was dwelling on this concept, and even now as I am typing this I feel as though I’m beating a long since dead cat. It seems as though everyone has said it, and everyone claims to know, and yet it seems as though we always ignore this unavoidable fact. That is that Perspective can change everything. It’s as if perspective is the very younger brother of our understandings, whose presence we seem to blindly acknowledge and yet never allow to truly contribute anything to the conversation. 

To be honest, when I sat down to write this I underestimated extent of this discussion. And I would be doing this topic a disservice to not dwell on this more and get back to you (you being the one to two people who may read this).