Didn’t you ever feel for a fact that life is all about perspectives?
After all, what is right and what is wrong?
All that matters is perspectives.
It is not true for a fact that the sun rises in the east. We took the perspective for granted. Our forefathers took up the direction as a perspective to map the other directions.
Life is a wild race set upon the calmness, chivalry and cavernous attitude of perspective. We seek the endless meaning of life with either our carnal uncouth barbaric desires or shall relentlessly pursue it with the magnanimity of attitudes.
If perspectives weren’t a part of the tantrums in life, the whole cycle would be a circle of apathy. If our perspectives on life were moulded in properly with good incline, we would see the brighter side of things. A tube light spreads brightness with its light spreading white vision. If at all we perceive it to be in a negative incline, it is depressing white light throwing sight on to the misery that yearns to be hidden in the folds of darkness.
But when I wrote this, there weren’t anything, no perspectives, no direction, no right, no wrong.
If a perspective was put to it, it was directed to kill time!