Reflections of Perception

When you are involved within an industry that is as volatile as real estate, it can be beyond frustrating.  Buyers want to buy for as little as possible, sellers want to sell for as much as possible, and at the end of the day, someone is bound to be upset.  I like to say I've seen saints turn into sinners for the sake of a dollar, but I think it's more about one-upping the other.  Yesterday I had a real treat, as I watched complete strangers pick apart a house...when they started picking apart the owner (who they wouldn't know from Adam) I had to draw the line.  I explained to them that a family lived in the home, real live people, and there was a good chance they were pretty proud of that home, and I found their comments both distasteful and out of line.  Probably won't be sewing them up as clients anytime soon, and despite the loss of a pay day, I was pleased to see that at least my statements made an impact.  What I'm most proud of, and yes, perhaps I'm setting myself up for a pretty big fall, was that I at least said something and their derogatory comments came to an end.
I think, this is one of the biggest problems with our world today.  The fact that we allow ourselves to feel bigger and better at the sake of another.  Pretty shameful! These grown people, the age of my parents, tittering and giggling like school children, because THEY would NEVER have done it that way. UGGG! I'm ranting now, and I do apologize, but it did inspire a poem! Yay! For better or for worse, away we go.

Reflections of Perception

So carefully crafted, this YOU, you present

For all of the world to see

I wonder if but for a moment

You would embrace my reality?

I see beyond designer tags

And cars from foreign lands

I hear beyond the great big words

And know you are but a man

This reflection of your perception

Is a stain upon your heart

As you try to hold yourself together

By ripping us apart.

We care not for pretty things

On that we can't agree

That what colours your fantastic dream

Is not our reality.

What is solid is not real

And will not last forever

Enjoy this opulence while you can

To keep yourself together.

So paint a fantastic canvass

Of this life you will not sell

And when the wheel spins once again

Another story you will tell.

For this chapter within your tale

Is but a mere reflection

Karma is a funny thing

Always open to perception.

Deny the hard and fast free fall

That waits around the bend

And when you hit the solid ground

Explain your perception.

I will be here...I will wait

I'll not forget the likes of you

For you have shown another side

Of what this world can do.

We are one, under same sun

We share the air we breathe

Together is the way way to live

I am you and you are me.

Embrace the love, embrace the pain

Embrace what makes life real

It is a journey filled with change

But one you have to feel.

~Natasha Head~