Life lenses: the way we view it

May 11, 2017

life-lensesIf you love beautiful, sensitive writing, grab a cup of something good and settle in for this guest post. Mandi, at The Zen RN, has given me permission to post it here because I loved it so very much. It’s about the way we view our lives–and that of others. Life lenses, as she calls them. I think you’ll like this one as much as I did.

I’ll never forget the first day of an introductory English class my Freshman year of college. I don’t remember the course name, it was likely something vanilla and generic like “Literature 101”. The class itself would turn out to be nearly useless to me, other than the 3 credits that were easily plunked into my file after the finals were completed and my A penned into the gradebook. I would realize at the end of this very first class when I looked over the syllabus to find that I had already read every novel and short story listed there, most more than once. However, the experience of the first class was worth an entire semester rereading a handful of clichéd classics.

The professor, a bearded man wearing a brown corduroy jacket with olive green patches over the elbows, wore a face of perpetual boredom. He made no introductions, simply READ MORE HERE



20 comments on “Life lenses: the way we view it
  1. tara pittman says:

    Funny how some people love writing and others not so much. Ido not care for poetry either.

  2. You’re right, this is beautiful. What an incredible life lesson! Thank and Mandi for sharing this experience and wisdom.

  3. Jennifer L says:

    Wow a really enjoyable read I must say. One of my majors was English so of course I adore anything literature, and even dabbled in poetry so I’m definitely one of those enthusiasts.

  4. Czjai says:

    Same here. I’m a Communications major, and have been a literature enthusiast since I learned how to read. Haha. 🙂

  5. Anna nuttall says:

    Following on from what Tara Pittman said. As soon as we (my friend and I ) left high school my friend said she is never ever writing another thing again. Which I argued with her that isn’t possible -as you need to write for whatever reason. she said she hate writing and vow to never do it again (which is I will admit an odd statement) – this friend never gone to uni or had a proper job. Just because she hate doing any form of writing.
    Me – on the other hand enjoyed writing and didn’t make that vow. I studied Fashion journalism at uni and I now write for a living. lol
    So overall you and I (and Tara) has the same point of views and mind-set. xx

  6. Anosa says:

    Upon reading the post, what hits me is this line and I couldn’t agree more. Such a realization.
    “However, what he taught me that day was the importance of respecting the life journey of those around me, especially when the journey is much different than my own. There is nothing in life that we do not see through the glasses tinted by our own experiences, good or bad as that may be. “

  7. Elizabeth O. says:

    What a beautiful reminder for everyone. It’s how we see life and not what life throws at us that’s making our lives miserable. We should change our perspective and life should change too.

  8. It’s always amazed me how you can walk into a room and everyone gets a whole different experience. Glad you were able to appreciate your time in school.

  9. Ave says:

    What a great post! I really like moral that any art is seen through the eyes of the reader.I remember that our high school teacher tried to tell us that the poems have one interpretation and when your interpretation did not match with her`s you did it wrong. It was so frustrating.

  10. I majored in English in college for a master’s degree. I enjoyed the reading and discussions we had in class, but I didn’t care for writing the essays. I have always loved creative writing, though, and part of me wishes I would have taken a few creative writing classes. It’s ironic how now I am blogging and using putting those writing skills to use!

  11. Erin F says:

    “The professor, a bearded man wearing a brown corduroy jacket with olive green patches” You’ve literally described every male teacher I’ve had since grade school! LOL

    I love your style of writing, it is so heartfelt and unique. I’d give anything to be able to write like you!

  12. Annemarie LeBlanc says:

    What an eye-opening post. I hate being stereotyped into something I am not. I don’t like being judged by people who know nothing about me. We see and react differently to situations, whether we are familiar with it or not.

  13. Mandi says:

    Thank you so very much for sharing this on your wonderful website, Carol! I’m so honored.

  14. Danielle says:

    I love this! As I was reading I figured out how it was going to end up and it’s actually very beautiful. We are all different and experiencing different things, and while the writer of the poem may have had his/her own meaning, it’s amazing at how a single poem, or work of art, or whatever it may be, can be vastly interpreted by different people.

  15. This is a fun read! Yes, I remembered my first literature class. It’s bitter sweet experience for me.

  16. Leigh Anne Borders says:

    Perspective is everything! When I was younger, I never would have imagined myself as a writer now. If my Literature teacher know I was writing now, I think they would freak:) Well, honestly they would be very happy.

  17. Aimee Geroux says:

    Such a great read. I think that is what makes everyone unique, we all see things differently.

  18. Missy says:

    I loved this post. I agree that our experiences cloud our perception. I wonder what I would have thought the poem was about. Probably a single parent who struggles with depression and anxiety at times.

  19. Anna Palmer says:

    We have so much to learn…and it is not always what people mean to teach us.

  20. Silly Mummy says:

    Love this. Over here, one of our famous poets, whose work often comes up on our exam board papers, once decided to have a go at answering the exam paper on one of his poems. He answered a question that was along the lines of ‘what did the poet mean by this?’ with ‘I have no idea.’

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