"Where is the sun, when i need it most...i feel so miserable because there is no warmth, because i just cannot see what i am experiencing. And yet i am a blind man, what would i need to see?"
"Well, i am a sighted man, and i say the sun brings me no comfort. Actually, it makes me feel hot and stings my eyes when i look at it. Why so, is there this sun? Did God place it there to torture my eyes?"
"I cannot see what you mean, but i may empathize. That perhaps, is the best that i can do. But how can u say that the sun is torturous, when your world is filled with fascinating colours and shades? I can only imagine, while my eyes see a "nothingness" that you may never understand. To you, it is a black colour, but to me it is the only colour that i see, but which i name "nothing"..."
"No. The sun fills the world with too much...too much...colour and other things. It seems too much information for me to discover. I am sighted, and because i am so, it somehow becomes a onus to seek what the sunlight brings light to. Ironic so you may talk about the nothing that you see. Your mind itself constructs colours as i could never imagine. The shapes and sounds that you create with those blind eyes, if i were able to see them, would destroy my entire world. Because they are the power of thoughts and your imagination is boundless because the sun doesn't restrict your sight."
"I do not think so. I feel that i live in an eternal darkness. I cannot see what it means to be...green in envy, nor red in anger. The houses are just rough and smooth surfaces to me. They are too big for my hands to measure and too high for me to scale. My mind's eye is made of broken pieces which i can never make sense of. I only see a fraction of reality. One may say that i live in my own world, and even another blind man's world is different, as you say your world is different from mine. I too have a responsibility, that is to be blind. I may not speak of the world as you do, i merely imagine it. For the world is covered in a shroud that my eyes shall never lift."
If things were any easier, perhaps the world might see through everything else and just stop. The time which it takes for me to look into another person's eyes and tell that he is a man or a woman takes me a lifetime. But the time it takes for me to feel human is merely an instant, but a fleeting one, where i know i may last only a hundred years - more or less. There may be no similarity between man, and perhaps little difference as well. The worlds we live in demand many things. Some depend on our similarity, some depend on our difference. We are different and same, this chaos of a paradox is like pandora's box. The only real thing that's left is a minor adjustment to the lense which we view ourselves and the world around. See you as you see another, and maybe you can see past all the differences and realize we all came from the same place and shall all end at the same place as well. Humans are perhaps most lost in the midst of deciding what they are to become. Who they are is decided by other people - parents, media, leaders, bosses, etc. What you become is an identity not many pursue. We lose ourselves between becoming something, and following another...
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