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Perspectives

Hello readers,
  How is it hanging with you guys these days?
  i hope you all are well. Yesterday in a classroom lecture of mine, the teacher thought of giving a small excerpt on Perspectives.
Essentially speaking perspective is the way of looking at things formulated by ones own experiances, and this really got me thinking. It is very common for us to look at everything from the viewpoint of "I would have done it better", we do not hesitate in pointing out others mistakes relentlessly, without thinking for even a second that if we were in the situation would we have even succeeded.
             The teacher however was explaining a different concept, he drew a hotch-potched image on a white board with a marker in front of us of a plant with no specific features to it. A flower on top, two leaves on its stem on either of its sides and finally a triangular pot. I wont tell you what i saw but would rather ask you what image would you make of this description.
           There were a couple of answers flying around and each were clearly the individual's perception. Now i thought that yes we all do perceive things differently but i quickly relapsed to my initial set of thoughts. It boggled my mind for long until i thought what if i saw things not like an entity above all but if looking at it like a tiny and humble creature of this creation.

   
 
EVERYTHING IS PERFECT EVEN IN ITS IMPERFECTIONS

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