Depends on Perceptions!

Perception leads to a person's view of the world. It is amazing how people can perceive different the same idea. I have often wondered why we perceive the same thing differently. Everything is the same but our perception poles apart. Why?

I think we all perceive things differently. Through language and communication we share and modify our perceptions which are, then made real by the shared understanding.

For example, what I see as red and you see as red may be perceived by other as a yellow. But over time, shared experiences, and communication; we learn to recognize particular sensors picking up particular stimuli as red. Thus red becomes a reality to us.

Just like we may not be perceiving red in exactly the same way; we may perceive other things also differently. So, we need to make sure we perceived the same thing before; we give a respond to somebody.

JUST MISSING VICTOR, STEBS AND MONCHI

I am just missing my brother (Victor), Stebs and Monchi. I miss you all guys because I know everything can be different if you all are with me. I know walking in this life with you all is not walking alone. I know even the most boring thing beside you all can be the funniest thing ever.

I would love to go back to those lovely moments, where I was with the most important person in my life; my brother, also his friends. I always will appreciate the way they made me feel loved. It seemed to be the perfect time, the necessary people, the perfect circumstances, and at the exact place. Everything seemed to be made for us, and God was about to give me the most important experience in my life.

It was my first semester at LSUS, I transferred from Oklahoma, and the purpose of me being here was to help my brother, because he had a surgery on his arm. I didn’t expect to have the treasure of time I had.

I would give everything to repeat that semester, to repeat the feeling of love that I had around them. This town, this life is different without all them. Even the simplest thing would be something special with them. But there is nothing I can do to make those moments come back. They need to continue their life and I do too, it’s time for me thank God for letting me live that and move on.

Predestined Lives?

Last night, while I was on my way back to my apartment, I got a call from my friend Daniel. He is from Oklahoma. We became good friends while I was a freshman in college. Every morning, we used to run and then work out. He told me that he was working with one of my tennis teammates, this made him think of me, and so he decided to give me a call.

As soon as I hung up, I started to think about all the people I met while I was in Oklahoma. I figured out that I won’t see them ever again. All these thoughts and feelings lead me to think of destiny.

If our existence is pre-planned, then we are here just to follow a map in which events and experience are governed by coincidence and therefore creating our destiny. This lead to an interest question; what would be the point of living if everything was already preset?

Is this real? or Am I dreaming?

Every morning when I wake up after a bad dream, I hope that the dream won’t come true. After this I want to know; what is a dream? Why do we have dreams? Why we have bad dreams? Can they become true?

When I was younger, I used to believe if you don’t tell people about your dream they can become true. So, every time I had a bad dream, I used to go to my mom and tell her my dream. Some people say that a dream is a regular reflection of the thoughts that stayed in your mind during the day combined with your worries.

Last week, while my roommate and I were driving to the school, I was feeling tired. I commented that I was tired because I had an awful dream. It surprised me that he had a bad dream too. So we started talking about our dreams, and they were very similar. It was in the same place and we both dream with the police.

We talked about our dream; we were trying to figure out why our dreams were similar. So we remembered, the night before the dream, we were sitting on the red light, and we heard the siren of the firefighter. It wasn’t the regular sound of any siren, so we didn’t know where the heck this sound was coming from. We were so scared, we didn’t know if this sound was coming from the train, or from somebody honking at us. So here we were, James and I looking everywhere, with our hearts pumping faster and faster. We didn’t know what to do until thirty minutes later (well, felt like it was thirty minutes but it probably was only thirty seconds) we saw the fire truck coming, and we started laughing.

After remembering all this, we knew why we had the dream in the same place and coinciding with the police. It was just a reflection of the major worry we had the night before…