I've been playing a good bit of Mirror's Edge recently, and it's gotten me thinking about perspectives, vantage points, angels of attack.
You could see a sunrise or a sunset in the same sky from different places on the earth, or maybe in one place, the sun isn't visible at all.
Perspective is everything.
I heard a quote earlier, "Love is blind." Shakespeare nosing its way into a Christmas movie. When you really stop and think about what it means, you might find several variations of a single truth.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not find happiness in faultfinding.
From one angle, I have been blindly in love, blinded to the awful things within the one I loved.
From another, I have chosen to overlook certain flaws because I wanted to love someone unconditionally and refused to see the imperfections.
Both scenarios involve blindness in love, but one involves a conscious choice and one involves oblivion and naïveté.
Every day, I must choose where to plant myself, which ange I want to see something from. The best perches in the skyline of the city of glass don't come naturally. I have to train myself and be vigilant and intentional about what I think and say every day. One day, I'll get there. I know you will too.
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