Eventually I realized, after many months of fretting about spooky parties, my mom did not mean literally. It’s a hard concept to accept, everyone witnesses everything differently. It’s in the little things. It’s in memorabilia, a certain spot, jokes between friends, and it’s practically in every corner and behind every wall. I think the moment I truly understood this is the moment I became a better person. I no longer mentally scolded people for being different than me. It’s cliché, and if confronted I would usually deny it. However, pretending I don’t note when someone …show more content…
Every one seems to make more sense when you put on their shoes and walk for a bit. Once you try out different mindsets you become more accepting and well rounded. People’s experiences will shape how they see things. Even if I sat down every person and listened to his or her life story I still would not understand everyone. However, I can still accept that everyone has had a completely separate experience from me. I believe everyone has a perspective and that gives people different insight into life. Viewpoints are frames in which one visualizes the reality we exist in but none of us has an unbiased perspective and each one of us much substitute perfect accuracy with multitudes of