Monday, 1 October 2007

Seeing Through Rose-Tinted Glasses

On the bus I observed a young couple who seemed very much in love. The girl blew on the window and on the steamy window she drew a heart. I thought it was wonderful how being in love was influencing her behaviour. In effect, she was seeing the world through rose-tinted (Love) glasses.

I know what it's like to see through rose-tinted glasses, when I feel so much love I want to hug and kiss everyone I meet because I want to share how I am feeling. Being in love makes life so wonderful, whether I'm love with an object of my affection or in general.

I've also experienced seeing through another kind of tinted glasses i.e. through race, class, sexuality, gender, social conditioning, family heritage, experiences etc. For instance, because I experienced childhood abuse, I saw the world in terms of perpetrators and victims; and child victims grow up to become adult survivors. I would be watching a discussion programme on television about child abuse and I would get outraged and immediately think the man was guilty. I could have got stuck in that way of seeing for a long time.

One day I realised that I wasn't a victim or a survivor but I was me. That changed the way I perceived the world forever. In fact, it opened me up to new experiences I wouldn't have had. I am now free to experience life without feeling obligated to a particular group purely based on blood relation, skin colour or gender. I am free to be the Me that is in all experiences.

Now I do realise that seeing the world through Love is a filter, but it's one I prefer using than seeing the world through social conditioning or identity. I believe the ultimate way of seeing the world is through emptiness where there are no concepts or beliefs.

Right now I'm having way too much fun seeing through my rose-tinted glasses.

Enocia

Related articles: Seeing with Love's Vision; Filters; Immortality; Loving One is Loving the All; Hugs and Kisses; Location, Location, Location; Let Go and Let All; Nature or Nurture?; The Causeless Cause; Through a Glass Darkly; Just Say Now