A New Perspective

One day I woke up and realized the world was upside down. My view of my house was very different when I was walking on my roof. I said hi to my mom and my dad, and ate different stuff for breakfast than I usually do. I sat on my favorite spot, I don’t find it as comfortable as I used to, and turned on the news; as expected, the main topic is our new shifted world. Things went by as they usually did, I went to work, I came back home, I watched the news; but the topics started shifting too: No more hunger in Africa! No pollution in China! North Korea ends its cruel regime and so on. It’s finally happened, we all wanted the world to turn upside down, and it did.

It was all fine for a while until it started happening. I turned the news on again: A wave of pollution has arrived in America, no one can go out in fear of becoming sick. Hunger and famine start taking power over the cities, freedom of speech is removed in fear of causing more chaos, schools shut down and education fails too. It’s finally happened, we all wanted the world to turn upside down, and it did.

It’s interesting, how shifting our perspectives makes us realize how much we have to work on, to help others and to take care of ourselves. How lucky we can get to be, and how, maybe, the world really has aspects we should value more, and some others we truly ignore. And how sometimes we really need a wave of reality to hit us, to crash on us, to let us see what steps to take next.