A short poem on Perspective
The businessman adjusts his tie as if it is an accessory of the power he holds…
The model suits up in her pricey attire as if she is gearing up to go to war…
The professor grasps his briefcase firmly; a shield against ignorance.
Our coping mechanisms for the existentialism we experience in life are founded in the perspectives we own. We survive in the world we all share – but we live in a world only we can see.