We're not born blind, none of us. But at some point in our lives, we choose to cover our eyes. We cover our eyes with something thick and clinging. It adheres to us and melds with our skin. It makes us blind, and so we live our lives without truth or reality.
Sometimes, we decide to pull that cover off. And it's a struggle, a fight, a battle. If we succeed in tearing that blinding cover away, it takes skin off with it. We cry. We bleed. And then we have to heal. That takes time. And there are scars.
That's why learning to trust hurts so much.
We struggle all our lives to see.
Friday, November 26, 2010
late night thoughts
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2 comments:
beautifully written and wonderfully insightful. it speaks to me!
Thanks, Al. I feel like I could say much more on the subject -- but it would be like retouching a painting over and over: Eventually, I would obscure the attractive simplicity.
Maybe I'll come back to this again when the time is right. :)
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