According to the dictionary, the first definition of the word PERSPECTIVE, “is the art of drawing solid objects on a two-dimensional surface so as to give the right impression of their height, width, depth and position in relation to each other when viewed from a particular point.”
I paint for fun. Once a week, I take an art class from a longtime friend who paints for a living. She’s amazingly gifted and a patient teacher. My latest attempt at creativity on canvas involved sketching a landscape picture. I chose to copy (see 1956 photo) a picture of my late father’s diner in Bonita Springs, Florida (which, by the way, is featured prominently in my latest manuscript, RELATIVE CONSEQUENCES). My perspective was the initial problem—something that didn’t come naturally to me. I had to work on it.
I also have to work on the other kind of perspective, the “particular ATTITUDE toward or way of regarding something, i.e., a point of view.”
Every day we can easily find a reason to take hold of the glass is half-empty attitude. Hey, just google “CNN news, or simply, what’s trending?” and you will want to crawl into a hole and shut out the world. I’m all for being up to date, agreeing or disagreeing with politics and social media (which for some reason we cannot live without), but sometimes, it’s okay to step back and take a different stance, slant, outlook or approach.
Yes, of course, we can always count our blessings which temporarily makes us feel better. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? It is a conscious effort to live in the moment and make the best of things regardless of the fact that so much is out of our hands. But then again, how we look at life, taking comfort in the little things, making small changes that work for the good are cognizant efforts.
Making the best of things.
I really try to grab hold of the half-full concept. Confessing here though, doing so is difficult. Take my work for instance. It’s what I do everyday — researching, editing, or writing and creating from my little old brain. I want so much to get it right. And yet, another rejection email hit me this week. Do I look at it as another failure? Hard not to. So I talk myself into another attempt at playing the game of find the literary agent.
With two books under my belt, I am proud that I have accomplished that feat. However, I’m not getting any younger and reality sneaks into my head hitting me right where it hurts—my perspective. Will it ever really happen for me? Will someone actually read my book and, drum roll please, actually LIKE IT?
Looking at the reality of the situation is in some cases very negative. So daily, I force myself to pour bright yellow (thinking sunshine because the sun finally came out today) in my imaginary glass, sit back down in from of my computer and let ‘er rip. I constantly research better ways to write, read up on how to create more interesting characters, attend writing conferences and workshops, all with a POSITIVE outlook. Maybe . . . if only . . . and yes, I still have hope.
So, if there is a point to my rambling, I’d say, that in my humble opinion, in our daily lives, making the best of things, looking at life with hope in whatever way we see fit, is not simplistic, or futile. It may not be always living in reality, but it gets me through.
All I have is right now. Don’t know about tomorrow. Today, I’ll drink out of my half-full glass of beautiful Georgia sunshine and welcome in the month of March. Spring is here in the South. Our one year old cherry tree is blooming in our front yard. Isn’t it magnificent?
It’s all about perspective.
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