Perspective: Relative or Absolute?

DALLAS, TEXAS — My alarm clock sounded at 10:30 am. I was out of bed by 10:32 and in the shower by ’35. This sort of cleansing doesn’t usually take me too long unless something is really on my heart.

The past two weeks have been pretty hectic with all the March Madness stuff going on. Last night, I was blessed by seeing a good friend of mine, Cameron Houston. Cam and I go way back and it had actually been about six years since we’ve last seen each other. Cam and I studied and played together at IMG Academies in Bradenton, Florida— a sports academy for some of the world’s best athletes. Since our time together there, we’ve gone our separate ways, managed our way through school and are now both invested in the creative realm of things: myself as a photo-tech guy and Cam as screenwriter and filmmaker. Again, basketball brought us together.

With my 12:15 pm flight in mind, the previous night ended closer to morning than it should have.

My shower consisted of a conversation I had with God. I like to refer to prayer as talks with a friend.

We spoke about the past two weeks and the roller coaster of scheduling, planning and execution. For the first time in a while, I felt a peace that truly humbled me before him and gave me the strength, and probably wisdom, to express my gratitude. I stood and thought about the opportunities I’ve been presented with as of late and couldn’t help but smile as I released all sense of worry and control over to him.

In the creative field, we basically work for ourselves. We continuously lend our hand to others in hope of making their ideal, better. Don’t get me wrong— I love taking photos for myself and I love the joy it brings me to capture light in a really unique or unorthodox way. However, I do need to make a living and that requires the burden of research, scheduling, and deadlines. The not-so-pretty part of being creative isn’t easy, but it’s usually worth it. In the midst of it all, I find it so easy for things to be about me; for things to sort of revolve around David’s career. Yikes.

Those that know me, or follow my content, know that I’m all about perspective. The concept usually snowballs me into thinking about the theory of existence: relative or absolute.

Perspective is beautiful because it changes our vantage point. In a given moment, am I behind the lens capturing the historical moments of the Bonaventure basketball team or am I helping one of my students with achieving an efficient exposure? Are all eyes on me, the model, or the fancy lights illuminating a dark room?

How about the thoughts of others in the room or environment? What do they think, feel, and want to say but won’t for whatever reason? What about the objectivity behind who’s really right or actually knows what’s going on?

Relative or absolute.

The truth is that none of us really know and the idea of subjectively deciphering a peoples’ relations is exhausting. If you think you don’t deal with it, you’re wrong and social psychology proves that— as an absolute truth.

So how do we find any kind of consensus? Is there a grand overseer who knows what we can’t come to understand? Should that be God? I think so.

I think that in times of worry, stress, anxiety or mere confusion, our best bet is to change our perspective. What better way to do that than by forfeiting our control and trusting in our God? Doing so positions us to understand that things are happening the way that they are supposed to REGARDLESS of what we think or feel. It builds community in the idea that we are all weird in our own creative yet unique ways.

For me to know that I’m not fighting the societal battle of me vs you, brings me a new calm. It reminds me that I am indeed not my own source and that I cannot do things alone. Shifting my perspective to a greater one and striving to live through his consensus simply settles my heart on the truth that I don’t have to understand everything that his greater-than-me plan means.

Instead, I rest steadfast in his love and remind myself that all things work together for his kingdom, time and time again. If the whole God piece isn’t your thing, perspective is still a golden rule that we should all come to understand.

The next time that you’re upset with a friend or hurt by your circumstances, just remember that all of this isn’t about you, but instead, the collective people in which we are meant to love, as an absolute.