losing perspective

One time in Maui I was out on a boat, run by a friend’s charter. We saw whales everywhere- breeching, spouting, and frolicking. They’d just mated so there were families of whales, too. Mama whales. Baby whales. With Daddy close behind.

The whales were so close that I thought I might touch one, until my friend laughingly told me- they were a mile away. That’s just your perspective, he explained. They seem closer than they really are.

Ah. Perspective. I’m familiar with the term.

Because I seem to have problems with my “perspective” on dry land, too. Believing in the wrong kind of people. Following my heart and not my head. Getting let down.

Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about the journey I’ve been on for the last couple of years. I know that life is a learning process. And I know that I still have a lot to learn. About myself. About other people.

But lately I’ve been wondering, when will the learning stop? Will I ever feel like I know what I am doing? Or years from now, will I still be constantly surprised by other people? Still saying and doing the wrong things at incredibly inappropriate times?

And when I am finally learn-ed, will the answers I find look different upon closer inspection? Or will it all be what I thought it would be like when I get there? Is it ever?

And whatever will I do when I finally arrive?

Perspective: When you don’t know what you want, and you don’t know how to get it, either.