A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVES
I stared at the photograph for a long time, but I couldn't tell if it was a picture of a beach with ripples of water and distant mountains seen across a lake or bay, or of a desert with ripples of sand and mountains beyond the dunes.

Only the mountains were the same.

Perspective.

Is my life, I wondered, a desert, a beautiful but land-locked lake, or a salty wide-open ocean filled with endless possibilities?

And it came to me that my words and actions will show it clearly to others, even when I am not sure myself.

What do people see in me? What do they see when they look at you?