Pin It I’ve come to realize that life is all about perspective. The direction by which we look at a situation can make all of the difference in how we respond to that circumstance.
“If you fail this test, you’ll probably need to retake the entire class.”
“You failed, it turns out that you’ll need to retake the test again.”
What is it which makes this fantastic news instead of awful?
Well, like I said earlier, it really all depends on the perspective by which we see it; the proverbial side of the situation we’re getting it from.
“You might have a tumor.”
“It turns out that you have chronic headaches, and will need to take medication for the rest of your life to combat it.”
Suddenly, it’s the best news I’ve ever heard.
I am—even now—becoming convinced that perhaps we should always be shaken with the worst-case scenario in all situations. That way, when we hear the true outcome of events we will feel grateful for the results, instead of grunt reproachfully and cry out that life simply isn’t fair.
Sometimes it helps us to feel gratitude when we realize that it could have been far worse.
Case in point:
I was driving on the freeway recently when—after operating with no previous problems—steam blew out from under the hood in all directions like a splay from Old Faithful in Yellowstone National Park.
I pulled to the off ramp, noticing my ‘heat’ gage immediately shooting up to maximum capacity, burying itself in the top corner of my instrumental panel.
I fought the rush-hour traffic and pulled aside, switching off the ignition. I popped the hood and looked at the engine. A hose going to the radiator had completely exploded, coating the underside of the hood with a milky-looking liquid. This did not fare well, and I felt a crushing blow to my stomach like a punch from Mike Tyson.
I snatched up my cell phone and dialed my mechanic.
He said that I might have blown the head gasket.
The extreme heat might even have cracked the engine block itself.
With both of these horrific scenarios spiraling though my mind, I groaned inwardly envisioning a dozen or so winged hundred dollar bills zooming out of my already destitute bank account.
The tow truck came. My car went. I was vehicleless…what a sad and sorry place to be.
Like an anxious relative awaiting results at the hospital, I waited for the final prognosis from the mechanic the next day. I checked my phone periodically. Then, in the mid-afternoon, the prognosis came.
The radiator was cracked.
Under normal situations I’d have been somewhere between ‘holy crap’ and serious blunt force trauma; however, I was euphoric. Only a cracked radiator which would need replacing?
After a few measly hundred bucks (compared to the alternative), I found myself driving from the repair shop in a car which purred like a kitten.
Life; it’s all about perspective, isn’t it? Truly, how we see the situation can indeed make all the difference in the world.