*Journal Entry*
Perspective is an interesting concept. As I write this I am thousands of feet in the air, flying home after a wedding in California.
Looking down I see the cars inching their way along the road below. I think back to the trip I made with my friends in college. We drove all the way from Salem to Disneyland, stopping only at the house of my friend whose wedding I was in yesterday. It took so long just to cross the border into California. The scenery slipped by at a rapid pace, and although it took some time, we seemed to be moving along fast enough.
From up here I see miles upon miles of endless, curving roads. The cars zipping along down there seem to scoot through the pass at a snail's pace. Three years ago when we made that trip we were four young, ambitious college students with things we wanted to do, places we wanted to see. We were racing through college one assignment at a time (and sometimes three). The lessons, experiences, adventures, and friendships flew past as we rushed down the freeway of college life. Down on the road all we could see were the things that were important to us: relationships, grades, adventures, and making our mark on the world.
As it is, I'm not far removed from that freeway, and my perspective hasn't changed much. But as I look down on those rippling ridges and patchwork plains I can't help but think that some day I will look at the landscape of my life and realize that those speeding miles were lingering inches, and all around me was a world and a story that I could never have fathomed.
