Broken Signs
Funny how the Universe sends us messages sometimes.
Chatting over a cup of coffee at work this morning, out of the blue, comes this comment: “We only notice the signs that matter to us”.
Frump. It hangs in the air for me to digest.
I often write about how Life feels like I’m traveling down the road of Life, and it offers me opportunities (by showing me signs) to get off the freeway or continue straight or watch out for roadworks or speed limits or whatever. Seems logical, right? And we can listen to the signs or ignore them.
But what I didn’t expect is that we are sometimes blinded by our internal processes. We only see what we want to see. This is not a big discovery, I know we do it in so many other ways and places. But to see it in the context of that people choose which signs they see is a new discovery.
We see what we want to see.
I always (naively) believed the signs were immutable, firm, the same for everyone else. Now, I have to concede that maybe they are not. They vary, and we will each only see what we choose to see at that moment. Our reality is what we create.
What do you think?
