Perspective Shrinking

Imagine you kindly ask a neighbor to refrain from a certain behavior.

Yet, they persist in doing it.

Dealing with it, responding to it, “getting even.” All of these thoughts, at least for me, start to take up more and more of my mental real estate.

I feel the rush of chemicals swell into my body. My shoulders tense. My jaw clenches. My muscles contract.

Meanwhile, I’m letting the beauty of life go by.

I’m not appreciating the scent of the flowers because of how irritated I feel.

My lens aperture has narrowed so much.

I know it’s happening. I hate that it’s happening and, try as I might to open the aperture, to let in more light, to see a greater perspective, my mind keeps returning to this minor irritance.

That’s frustrating. Even more frustrating than the neighbor’s behavior.

But, I take some consolation in the fact that, even though it is happening, at least I recognize it for a moment.

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