Hello guys, it's been a while since I last posted here. Anyway, here is a piece of literature I wrote not too recently. Tell me what you think, thanks.
Books, food, water, education; everything that seems all too necessary for survival, god given rights if you will, are not as easily accessed, or obtained by everyone. Perhaps, it is because we can take food from our fridges and drink water from our pipes whenever hunger bites, or whenever our thirst starts to scream and yell, that we soon forget that everywhere, it is simply not so. In the words of my favorite author and role model ďWe are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.Ē I believe there is a truth behind those words. I believe there exists an undeniable truth, a truth which seems to become ever more apparent with each new invention that further wills to rob us of our humanity, blinding us more than we already need. Internet, video games, iPodís, cell phones, shoes, clothes, cars, money, media; with each that we gain, we lose something greater; we lose ourselves, our humanity.
There is a chair in front of me, composed of metal and plastic; the chair is rippled, creating friction to prevent its day to day fleeting occupants, the present future, from slipping and falling. The legs of the chair are metallic gray; they extend from the bottom of the chair at an angle not quite perpendicular to the floor, perhaps it is built that way to keep the future safe; because at this age, our future is not too bright. I continually stare at the chair, noting its existence, actually seeing the chair. A young member of the future comes and kicks the chair; because it isnít our property, we do not have to care for it as though it is really ours. The chair is gone, and yet I still see it; the black rippled seating, supported by the slightly outstretched metallic legs. It is then I realize my blindness, the chair is gone, yet I still see it. Subjectively, I still see the chair, it was never moved; the only difference now is that there is no physical correspondence between the mental sense data and the actual chair. For me, the chair still existed. Then, I realized that, no matter how hard we may want to see something, we can only see it from the subjective view of our perspective; we can see, but not really see. Blindness, as expected, is a terrible affliction.
To my left, there is a beautiful girl, and her name is Leah. From my eyes, I stare at her; she is gorgeous. Then, I start thinking, am I really seeing her? I stare harder, only to have my eyes turn inward even more, perhaps mirroring my soul, because she finally sees through her blindness, seeing me, but not really seeing me. I am scared, yet excited by the fact that, I am really blind, yet am I not alone in my blindness. But then, I notice that I can never see who she is, I can only see her as a part of me, and as a part of herself, creating someone new; hopefully someone beautifully borne from the blindness. Her name is no longer Leah, because in this world, this world of blindness, names are no longer needed.
Then, I start thinking to myself, now I know why it is so easy, yet at the same time, so difficult not care; why it is so easy to allow the indifference to swallow us, and burn away our humanity from the inside. Initially, our sight is impaired at birth, but with age, we slowly lose our eyes; since it is easier to go from something barely there, to non existent at all. However, as we grow older and wiser, not necessarily in that order, the once translucent veil begins to slowly dissipate, revealing the world to us. I believe that we need to first allow our eyes to turn inwards, so that may see what it is in our hearts, minds, and souls, that really makes us who we are; we need to see ourselves beyond the eyes of others. There are several ways in which we can see, one of which being through the eyes of others. It is when we can overcome this blindness, that we can finally see ourselves.
As I live my life day by day, consumed by all the trivial mishaps, mishaps that are placed to, perhaps, show that life isnít easy, I walk about blind. I am blind and ignorant. Almost everyday, I take for granted what so many others want, but can not have. My education, though I value it, does not deserve all of my undivided attention; it does not deserve my sleep or my leisure time, whereas, in Africa, there are people who have not eaten for three days that ask for books. My life is too busy to realize what I have; and too self-absorbed to acknowledge those who do not.
We complain; some, more than others. What I believe is that from the moment we were born, we begin to drown in our superfluities. We are given everything, but the right to complain. Some may claim that it is one of their god-given rights to complain; however, I believe that, for some of us, this right has never existed. We should be glad of all the opportunities that we are given, the ability to make something of ourselves, to become someone great. Yet, blind as we are, we continue to go about our daily lives, shaping and building our life based on the illusions that continually surround us. Some may say, ďI want to become a doctor.Ē Why? ďSo that I can help people.Ē However, we say this because we are misguided; it is what our parents want of us. Some of us want to become doctors without even seeing those that we wish to save; we wish to become teachers without first seeing the illiterate. Just as we are born; just as we are raised; just as we live; we do everything, especially make decisions, blindly.
I hope that I am slowly dissolving the blindness, slowly becoming more aware of our suffering brethren; suddenly, that stolen candy, or that misplaced cell phone does not seem as important. Where I go, I would like to believe that I carry their hearts in mine; and in their hearts, they wished to be saved. I have learnt that there is more than one way to help people; a doctor can only do so much; a single person can only do so much. Sometimes, I wish that life wasnít so short; sometimes I wish that I could have time to play and work, but now, I only wish for more time. With this extra time, I wish to teach our illiterate brothers and sisters; I wish to feed them; to clothe them; but alas, one person can only do so much. I wish to teach, to help others remove their veil of blindness before it is too late, because we cannot afford the time it takes for the blindness to dissolute on its own. I wish to feed, so that many may have the opportunity to do something else besides consuming themselves from the inside, or struggling to survive. I wish to clothe, so that they may see and know that we are all equal; and that they deserve everything we have. We, blessed as we are, however blind as we are, must do what we can to save, not just ourselves and loved ones, but everyone; or so I believe. Perhaps Iím lying, or maybe I am just a hypocrite; perhaps I am still a child, shouting adult ideals without first thinking of the consequences; without first seeing. Maybe it is true, maybe it isnít; I am only what others see me as, just as the poor are what others see them as; non-existent, due to blindness.
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.