Perspectives change and change they should. The bubbles that we live in daily are facades, they are buildings that we have erected and have been erected for us. every brick shields us from the ever-changing reality that just sometimes becomes too much. They are so much a part of our lives that we hardly notice them. After time they themselves become our realities.

We all love our own perspectives. they are, after all, those things that define us. This, we are told, is the ultimate goal of life: to build a lovely life filled with good things and to like ourselves. And this is the goal as long as it is not at the cost of all else. Perspectives exist within a reality and they have consequences within that reality. They affect that reality and visa-versa. That is how it should be.

But perspectives have a way of creating their own realities. They have a way of shielding us from things that might change them, that might change the way we think. They have a way of parenting our decisions, and holding an ever-protective defense over our eyes. And while this happens and we go about our lovely lives filled with good things, the bricks are laid.

Soon we forget who we are and what we are, and we don’t realize what we’ve become. Good and bad cease to have meaning outside of our own opinions. Arguments become ideologies and reality becomes what we want it to be. And all the while…