Perspective.

We all have our own.

But I wonder... how open are we to others'? After going around yesterday and trying to talk to people about Epiphany, I asked myself, "if I don't stop to listen to anyone who stops me on the street, then why would anyone stop for me?"

I guess, even though I don't like to think it, part of me is closed off to different things. Unless I open myself up to them, I'll never really know their view, their perspective, their take on the world (or that part of the world).

Awhile back I was talking to a friend, and he mentioned that reading helps give us a broader perspective on life, because it helps take us out of our own shoes and into other people's.

I don't read very much, and the little that I do read is from a very selective demographic and perspective. Also, there are few people that I really talk to outside a slightly larger demographic. And realistically, there are a lot of people and a lot of views on the world and on life that I will never really encounter person to person.

Though I wouldn't say that my perspective on the world is incomplete or ignorant, as I would like to say that I'm pretty aware of what's going on, the diversity of people that exist and various lifestyles... but what I most certainly do not have, and do not know, is their perspective.

So there seems to be a gap between awareness and... more awareness. Knowing what's out there and hearing it, being in it. There is something uncanny about the human experience that I'm struggling to put words to... and now I have to go to class.