Many Colored Lenses

"Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus." - Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience"

Outlooks are so weird and I wonder why mine changes so often between extremities. Maybe I'm bipolar or maybe I'm just human. I wonder why it is that I could be presented with the same situation on two different days and see the world through two different colored lenses that completely change the meaning. No wonder there is so much miscommunication and misunderstanding in this world when my own brain can't even understand itself.