Another’s World

Another’s World

It’s interesting how our minds work. We create different perceptions of the various personas we encounter throughout each and every day of our lives. Whether your thoughts of a person depend on that first impression that halted you from beginning a new friendship, the casual/personal text message you received during a bad time, or the seconds of romantic bliss you experienced, we constantly manipulate the world around us to make sense through all that we see.

Even though we are constantly trying to teach each other to become more aware of one another’s experiences and feelings, we are still ignorant to the fact that what is being seen will change each and every time we choose to change whose eyes we wish to look through. On top of that, a person’s body physically reacts differently as we have different levels of strength to our immune system and different pathways of neurons in which information is processed. We, as in a small group of the entire population that lives on this planet, are always trying to learn about another’s background, another’s story, another’s feelings, in order to have even the slightly glimpse of what life might be like for someone other than ourselves. But, despite how much we may hope or dream, there will never be a day in which we will truly understand what it must be like to “be in someone else’s shoes”. It is simply not possible.

It doesn’t matter how empathic you may be. It doesn’t matter how many years you have known a person. It doesn’t matter how much you put into watching someone change and grow. It doesn’t matter how similar your lives have been for countless of years. It doesn’t matter because, at the end of the day, you cannot change the eyes in which you view life through.

That fact alone feeds our curiosity and will continue to push us to learn more about each other from day to day. We yearn to travel the world, to see the sights we haven’t seen before, to experience another’s culture, to learn about someone else’s heritage and beliefs, to get a sense of what another’s life might feel like. We yearn to be closer to the ones we love, to be there through their every struggle and every spec of happiness, to get right against that boundary between watching another’s life occur and experiencing it ourselves.

Because, in reality, all that we experience simply isn’t enough.


Hiding, but Still Found

Hiding, but Still Found

When I think of a “hideout” I think of a place where I can be 100% myself, where I don’t have to worry about other people’s judgements, critical, and hate, but most importantly where no one can reach me.

There are my physical hideouts, and then my mental hideouts.

My physical hideouts include my L-shaped desk – where no one dares to bother me due to my intense work schedule-, next to my best friend – where his company feels like home and I don’t have to worry about anything other than present time -, and behind my camera – where once I get into the zone, I am gone to the world-.

To be honest, my desk is a hideout just as it is my most stressful place in my life. It’s where all my tasks come out of my daily agenda and scream at me to get them done. But my desk is also the place where I can simply focus on myself, my needs, my work, and MY schedule.

I say being with my best friend is a hideout because being with him is basically the happiest place on earth for me. I don’t have to worry about judgement, because he is so understanding (and, let’s face it, he already knows everything about me that’s humiliating and sad). It’s a place where I find it in myself to relax and not stress about all the things that I might need to get done. It’s a wonderful feeling, being with him.

When I’m behind my camera, when I get into the ‘zone’ with editing or a shoot, I am GONEE! There’s something about my passion for photography that takes me to a place where nothing else matters. It’s when I try to see life in such different angels sometimes I surprise myself by what I come across. It’s where I am the most focused and also where I am the most observant. I come more aware of everything surrounding me in the tiniest details, yet I seem to pull myself out of the picture to really grasp what is behind the scenes.

Then, there is my mental hideout.
You may be thinking, a hideout is a physical place. What’s a mental hideout?
But to me, a hideout is simply somewhere no one can reach me and somewhere I can be 100% myself without any fear.

My mental hideout is…not a place I can describe (since it’s not physical) but you know I am there when 1. I zone out 2. I am deep in thought 3. I seem to be contemplating something 4. (sometimes) I’m curled up in some sort of ball (ex: sitting in the corner of my room with my legs pulled close).

When I’m in this state, really no one can reach me. I go into a state of ‘awe’ almost. I start reflecting on my past and my past relationships, asking myself why a certain event happened or what caused a drift in a current relationship and so forth. When I’m like that, I completely zone out. I don’t hear the physical world. I don’t see the physical world (almost). I don’t seem to be in the physical world (in my mind). There’s nothing there except my thoughts and myself.

You might be thinking, that doesn’t sound healthy. I am not going to determine whether it is healthy or not, but I am going to say that it works for ME. It’s where I pick myself up the most during my dark days, it’s when I see situations more clearly than I ever have, it’s how I…get along with myself/learn about myself. Yes, if you let your thoughts spiral into darkness during this time (where no one can reach you), yes, it would be dangerous. But that is why, it is also the time to learn the most about yourself, reflect on your habits, and change what you might not like about your current lifestyle.

When I hide, I tend to hide purposefully by trying to see my own life, and the lives of those around me, in a different perspective in order to gain new knowledge.