shadows

Perspective Changes Everything: A Reflection from the Hills of Vagamon

It’s always about the frame. How you frame the problem changes the problem itself.

One moment, I was talking to people, standing beside them, sharing thoughts. Then came the trudge down the rolling hills—a pleasant, happy descent through Vagamon’s stunning landscape.

Thirty minutes later, I turned around.

The people I had just spoken to? Now tiny silhouettes on the horizon. The hill? A mere bump in the distance. The shifting light made them look like mannequins in a store—motionless, almost unreal.

Perspective changes everything. What looks overwhelming up close may seem insignificant from afar. What seems impossible now may, with distance, reveal new possibilities.

Try changing the frame—you might see things in a whole new way.

“What do you see?”, I ask him. “Well a lot of things. Actually a lot of lovely women”. Staring at light bring on its magic on an arrangement of wood panels.

I am taken by his candour. I didn’t expect it. We sit there in silence. I dont what is more magical. Is it the light or is it the shadow?

Between light and shadow, every life goes on.

Whatsay?