A rose in a wheat field.

“A wheat plant in a field of roses is a weed, a rose in a field of wheat is a weed.” – JD Boatman.

Perspective. One’s mans trash is another’s treasure. The glass half empty or half full. The reason that 18th Century villagers shivered in fear of crossing the path of the same terrifying creature that many youth today wish to be. Perspective.

The whole concept has been obsessing me lately, the fact that different people, with different experiences perceive the same things in different ways. A wheat farmer does not see the beauty of the rose, for in his experience, the wild rose can take over, destroying his livelihood, and for the same reason the rose grower can see no usefulness in the wheat plant that springs up, unwanted, between her rose bushes.

18th Century Eastern Europe history is rife with the stories of frenzied vampire hunts, people of all standings, even government officials were part of the exhuming and staking of the terrifying, blood hungry monsters. The youth of today hold a romantic notion of vampires, and who can blame them, after all their only experiences of these fiends are the beautiful, sparkly protectors who would rather kill themselves that inflict any harm upon a human being. Different experiences, different perceptions.

“What’s important to you is not important to me” – Jack Johnson, Good People.

The fact of the matter is that everyone sees things differently due to different experiences. She who has been bitten by a snake will unlikely covet one as a pet. He who has been accustomed to a series of let downs in life will likely hold the pessimistic attitude that nothing will work.

The question that has been plaguing me however, is who is right? If one person thinks an idea is brilliant, and another thinks it’s cracking crazy who is right? If at one moment a particular celebrity is just a guy, then the next he is the latest sex symbol, yet nothing has changed but the roles he plays in movies, which perception is accurate? More importantly, if we have one image of ourselves, and someone has an entirely different image, which one is right?

“I mean, it’s kinda hard to imagine yourself as a duchess when you’re sleeping on a cold floor… but sure, yeah I guess every little girl would hope she’s a princess.” – Anya, from Don Bluth’s ‘Anastasia’, explaining to Dimitri how she could not possibly be the Duchess Anastasia Romanov (she was after all merely a penniless, homeless orphan), and who turned out in the end to be the Princess they were all looking for.

So who is right? You or everyone else?

It seems a simple question right? Obviously we know ourselves so intimately we must have the most accurate opinion of ourselves. But then, how many us, like the animated character of Anastasia, believe we are capable of nothing special, and are unable to see the brilliance that others see in us? How many of us trudge through the day in boredom or grumpiness, not realising that someone else might be watching, thinking how lucky you are to have those talents, or that family, or such a beautiful smile?

So begs another question, one more unnerving than any of the others. If we are not able to know our own worth, due to basing our perception of ourselves on previous mediocrity, and others can only see what their previous experiences allow them to see, does a true self even exist, or are we all merely a collage of our own and others perceptions?

I suppose an answer doesn’t really exist, at least not one that is obvious to the common person. We can try and try to make people see us how we want to be seen, we can portray the person who we feel we are, but generally everyone will see us differently.

So I guess the only sound reason I have come to through my pondering is this – some people think more highly of themselves than others do, many do not realise their own worth, but most of all no matter how lonely we feel, no matter how ugly, or fat we think we are and no matter how crappy our day has been, it makes sense that we should try not to frown – for we just never know who may be falling in love with our smile.


~ by Alissa Anderton on May 13, 2010.

6 Responses to “A rose in a wheat field.”

  1. I think that is very deep young lady but I shall try offer my thoughts upon finishing yours …
    I think the realisation that we are all essentially powerless in creating ourselves to be something we are not is where the power truly lies. As you can never know the filter someone is viewing you through you cannot change their perception of you accurately enough for it to reflect exactly what you wanted it to. Therefore you let go of that most unnecessary of daily tasks and just be, be exactly who you were meant to be, a beautiful energy, like everyone else, living out a complex, spiderweb of karmic lessons, learning and growing, loving and hurting but ultimately just being.
    It’s a lesson that many who are confident might not feel is of the utmost importance however learning it even for them gives an understanding of the sameness of the human condition and if properly understood at it’s deepest level (not saying this is the understanding I have attained) has the capacity to bring the kind of peace and awareness our world needs in so many areas, politically, environmentally and socially.
    You should really read this book with a yellow cover (heehee can’t remember the title or the author at the moment but it’s in my notes somewhere I will find it but I know it has a yellow cover :)) it is all about perception, eg. a pen made out of leaf is a pen only to the person who understands what a pen is, if a cow walks past it and sees it he will try to eat it as he knows nothing of this thing called a pen, to him it is a tasty morsel so who is right as you say in your piece, and then it builds ad builds until it shatters your ideas on how you see everything but it does it with a narrative story running through it as well, a young female yogi being kept in a small countryside prison .. anyway I will find it for you – I probably didn’t make it sound very good, but it is 🙂
    Anyway, that is my depth for the day, back to hanging out the washing, baking pies and park trips lol 🙂

  2. All times that I came here, my interest in your site increase very much.

  3. Personally, what others think of me is as important as whether birds can mate with bees.
    The problem I have is that every now and then I analyse myself, and while I can identify faults and suggest remedies, the faults I identify prevent my remedies from working.
    So I just try to go with the flow and make adjustments where I can.
    Apart from that, there’s a unicorn in the mushroom tree 🙂

    • Paradoxical I suppose (I do so love an unsolvable riddle) that our faults prevent any ability to fix them. There is also the thought that if our faults are unfixable, perhaps we are supposed to have them, perhaps others do not see our faults as faults, but as characteristics that they admire. Perhaps even the unicorns have their faults.

      • Of course unicorns have faults! Their biggest one being that they are mythological. How much would it suck to find out that you don’t actually exist?

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