If A Tree Falls

Have you stood in a place and wondered how an aerial view would be? Everyone knows "can't see the forest for the trees". It's true and it's especially true of human relationships. When you're in the midst of, or in the thick of things, it's hard to achieve perspective. Perspective is essential for truth. How many of us become roiled in a situation that seems so intense we can't gain the distance needed to analyse what's really happening. Anger, love, frustration and all sorts of other emotional reactions get in the way of being able to see clearly. We, as a different saying about Love states, are blind. Others tell us what they see, but for some odd reason, we are not able to see it that way. Our feelings are not only logical, but they are valid because no one, no one at all, can be in our shoes while we're standing in them. And logic doesn't always apply either. But when the event is past, we can, not only understand what others saw, but we have an even keener ability to assess it correctly having been the ones who did it. We've done the mining while others have seen only what's on the surface. Therefore, all is well.  Take being in a relationship that is bad, for example. This happens to almost everyone. It can be a friendship, a business association, a job, a love affair. They're much the same. They are all matters into which we plunge sooner or later. At the beginning, the "honeymoon" period, we are so enamored of the newness, the joy of finding what we thought we always wanted, that we "can't see the desert for the dunes" or the "sea for the waves". We have no perspective. And we don't want to have it. We love what we are involved in and foolishly, but naturally, think it is going to continue forever. When the inevitable cracks begin to appear, we ignore them and make excuses that their patina only makes the whole thing more ultimately beautiful. Then creeps in a period of actual doubt of questioning our choices.  We begin to see that there are too many cracks and too many hurts and too many flaws and we aren't on the receiving end of that former happiness any longer. Our lives have become a kind of obsession with the conflict between what we hope or hoped for, as opposed to what is actually going on. We begin to see the mistakes we made but we like the stability of the old routines that we enjoyed originally, and that have now become part of our lives. We don't know how to amputate the "diseased limb" we are used to and using and presumably, supposed to be loving to have. We know that there will be terrible pain and "bleeding" removing it, but we can see, that unless we get rid of it, of something that has become more an agony than a joy, we will be lost. We make the decision to end it, stop it, escape from it and at last, we do. It hurts. Badly. The journey isn't always smooth and there are regressions, but finally we can breathe easily after a lot of emotional baggage is left behind and we  move on unfettered. Now we see the true forest, the golden desert, the wide sea and realize that where we were was actually a pretty dark and dangerous place. Gradually, we feel better and wiser and cleaner. We have perspective. A tree did, indeed, fall on the mountain, whether we heard it or not.