Beautiful, strange word. It's just perception. Beauty, a perception of opinion. You see, here, isn’t everything just perception?
I think it would be a good idea to start where 'here' is. That's a fact is it not? Here being one definite fact? I think it is. You see, I’m not just trying to tell you a story, I’m trying to display a story from my perception.
I could tell you where here is, but first I’m going to tell you what here is. Home. It's small reminds me of a space habitat but it’s mine. I barely have to need to go outside, I mean what's the point? I have everything inside that I need. Sorry, I’m getting sidetracked. So I guess you could say ‘Here’ is the middle of nowhere. The nearest settlement is 20 miles away. It doesn't bother me. I talk to myself often.
So is this just me talking to myself? Probably. But regardless it's a story I need to tell.
I guess the message I need to spread is perception. It was many years ago when I was a small child at the age of 6 or 7.
My friends were racing ahead. Monkeybars to my left and right. I took a breath. Suddenly, I realized I wasn’t just a person, I was alive. I had perception. I could think. I could feel. I fell, yet I didn’t care. I was alive before but I had realized I now wasn't just doing what I wanted, I was doing what I wanted due to my perception. I had long forgotten about my friends racing across the monkey bars.
I thought, “An apple is surely better than an orange. But to another, while they may prefer the apple if they relied on oranges to grow to survive off, would the orange not better for them?”
I couldn’t understand at the time how I hadn’t thought of this before. I was still the same person, it wasn’t until I was older when I realized my perception had been what had changed.
So now I ask you, “Whats your perception?”