This is the first “waste” day of my semester. I am not in my best mood to talk to people and mingle around. I am not in my best position to talk some more. I know when I talk to people this day, my words will just let me down.
But I survived this night. I survived this day.
I had to deal with “perspective”. I cannot simply compromise my perspective to the perspective of some people. Some people will try to put you in their shoes and will pressure you to see things how they see it. Perspective is how you see things. It’s how you interpret things. Your view on the matter may be a bad view from another angle. It’s how you see it.
Unless there is a correct perspective, a “perspective” is just as valid as the other perspective from a different angle.
I just cannot simply agree. (Active acquisition of knowledge, I say.)