Yesterday was one of the most beautiful days of my life.

I had awoken well rested and found appreciation for the smallest things during my day. I enjoyed the cool breeze and smells of passing wild flowers and crops at work. It was like I had just recovered from a fatal illness and gained new perspective on life.

I’ve gained perspective indeed.

It was a particular day where I drove most of the time. This allowed my usual “Listen to the CBC for news, discussion and a documentary until noon” to be stretched with an extended period to reflect upon how I feel about whatever issues; all while watching for deer on the road…I see about 3 per day out here.

I had a series of epiphanies. Some things just *clicked*: about religion, social behavior (especially since discovering Freud last week), politics, ideas on power and goals for mankind among others. Boy, let me tell you, I wanted to tell the world (and still do). I *really* want to share this information I have come to with others either to discuss or just to inform. I am arrogant enough to venture forth into the “danger zone” of certainty on some topics, however I *do* make sure to keep a certain open mind.

Then came the only sad part in my wonderful day: realizing that I will never be able to make people understand what’s going on in my little brain. A barrier such as language puts an immediate strain on how I transmit my thoughts. Not to mention garbling of my message from loud background noise, or perhaps advertisements that catch your eye on the bottom of this screen. Lastly, and most importantly, is how others interpret my message. I’ll give credit any person who’s willing to even listen to my rants in the first place, but people find different meanings from different words eh?

For example, my thoughts on passion and seeking identity struck more chords with readers than what I thought to be much more important: my take on Perspective.

At any rate, I feel like someone who doesn’t read many books, in the sense that they seem to love each one then highly recommends them to their peers. I feel as though my ideas and concepts should be shared with the masses and I’m trying as hard as I can to put them out there…but it either falls on deaf ears or gets misinterpreted considering people care in the first place.

Oh how I wish I could just copy-paste my brain for someone to examine. All I can do is reduce the effect of those barriers through better writing…that could be a start.