Panorama

prejudiced ideal: progress

It is profound and somewhat radical to think that something as small as an encounter with a stranger can inflict a change of thought or volition in a person.

I think most of us can relate to growing up learning not to talk to strangers.

When you think about it though, it's ironic to think that a stranger's presence should be feared. Your just as much as a stranger to them as they are to you. The preconception of a transient being, such as a stranger, stems from our own biology. They seem to encompass an undoubting unfamiliarity about them; and that evokes fear. We don't like what we don't know so we stay away from it.

But when one gets over that fear and begins to listen to a foreigner's word you can begin to see a world in their eyes. We're so used to our perspective that sometime's we forget that others have their own prospect of seeing reality. It can help us become a more well-rounded person. Is that necessary to live? If we want to be technical, no, but don't you think life would be rather dull if everything was in one lens? If we just lived for ourselves and thought of things, almost systematically, in one way? I would think thats too mechanical- and life is anything but.

It's dynamic, changing, evolving, adapting at a variable rate.

It's a moving picture that we perceive. It's unsettling to reason that one view is

merely enough for us.

The question now is figuring out how to calculate, or notice change. Odds are, strangers, co-workers, acquaintances have evoked a change in you; you just haven't noticed it yet.

It can be difficult to decipher an almost abstract seeming confound, known to us vaguely as a personality. It was an ambitious endeavor for me to let my naked thoughts, without filtering, flow. It was then that I noticed that this identity that defines me was persistently stubborn to keep its name from me. However, after some thought, I was able to reflect on the experiences that I've had that imposed the often prejudiced ideal: progress.

Here I'll share with you the mental faculties that everyone human goes through with little stories. We meet people everyday, and unknowingly we're in their lives just as much as we are to them. It's a whimsical attempt to somehow depict the repeating pulses of heartbeats that I encounter with a single page. They all beat, desperately for someone to hear. I've listened, and I haven't forgotten. My endeavor is to preserve their being with the humble words I present. For without the modest pursuit they would barely co-exist with our everyday lives.

Meager memories are all we can ask for. But, when considered, we can actually see for the first time, in awe, just how far we've come. We're able to stand still in the spectacular display of instance of our lives: the ultimate panorama.

*AN:: It is important to recognize that some of these stories are not write in my perspective. It is done so on purpose. All these stories are things I've encountered and they've either happened to me or effected me in such a way that I can't not write about them.

sizzling [pan] of rama: incarnated of Vishnu. Deriving from - stand still - spectacular display of instance of.