As I sit here and right this a friend of ours lies in a hospital bed awaiting open heart surgery. Another friend of mine, who I know only online, has a 19 year old daughter with a brain tumor in the hospital. I sit here and complain about my job and worry about money. Things that are really not important giving their circumstances. Perspective matters.
I have also run a small business over the last few years. I started it because of what happened to the economic several years ago and I needed to work, to make some sort of living. Today I make about half of what my "normal" job brings in and have the chance to expand it by becoming a wholesaler of fine German Chocolates. Their is also talk of adding a "food cart" to the business between my partners and I, to serve the needs of a local community college who recently had it's funding cut. If we do this then suddenly the simple part time job that I do for extra scratch now looks more and more like a full time endeavor. My perspective changes again.
Just a moment ago I read that above paragraph to her...I was wrong. It's not that she minds me going, it's that she doesn't know where I'm at. If I wreck on a back country road, and am taken to a Hospital in Tampa she would not know about it. Perspective matters. Her view of my little rides now makes sense to me in a way it didn't. We now see both the vase and the faces!
What does this have to do my motorcycle? With riding in general? Two things happened to me this week that dealt with perspective. First was an incident involving me sitting at a stop light waiting for the light to change. I got involved in a slight altercation. I'm not going to go into the details of it, because frankly I don't wish to worry those that love me. Lets just say that I drove in angry to work, so angry that at one time I seriously considered pulling off the road to relax a few minutes...because I was afraid I would take out my aggression on the bike and ride faster than normal, or cut off other motorists. I had to remind myself that in Florida we have "conceal and carry laws" and "stand your ground" laws. If the idiot in the cage that pissed me off was as stupid as his actions where...then who knows how stupid he was? Or what other stupidity he was capable of.
I let the comment slide as he piled his daughters and their friends into the mini van, a look of tired resignation on his face. After all, it's all a bout Perspective.