I lived in a house in a valley in the countryside: behind the house there was a chicken coop.
If you came by car from the main road, you arrived at the entrance of the house, but behind it there was still the chicken coop, untidy and ugly to see.
If you arrived on foot from the fields, you came first to the henhouse, after a few dozen meters you arrived on the stairs of the house.
The house was in the same spot, the henhouse as well, but the roads to reach them were different and made differently: the perspectives with which you look at things, work in the same way.
Changing opinions, at times, can make you find the right way to get where you want.