The Joy of Different Perspecitives

Duff here. I love to ride in my car. Notice it’s my car. My mom is simply a chauffeur. A good one, but just someone to ferry me around. And that’s as it should be.

I like to cruise from the front seat to the back, from one side of the car to the other. The view from my mom’s lap is quite different from what I can see from the other side. The back seat affords different opportunities too. On one side, I can perch on my carrier and look directly at the driver next to us. Or if there are other Dogs, I can greet them, being careful not to gaze directly so as to incite a challenge.

As I look ahead, I can see the pavement with that funny yellow stripe, showing up . . . then fading as we slowly move down the road. When we pick up speed, the line blurs and seems to be a single stripe. As I look behind me, I notice how quickly we leave what we have already seen behind us. The perspective from each window is quite different. Mom and I live unstuck.

Ever notice the differences in what you see as you move through life? How the front windshield is quite large, as is the potential of your future? And the rear view mirror quite small, reflecting the problems of your past? That your present (on either side) has many different facets? The points of view are endless. I say: enjoy the ride . . . and appreciate the view. Live unstuck. #UnstuckLiving

Life is a journey, and if you fall in love with the journey, you will be in love forever.

—Peter Hagerty