Sight with No Eyes

Sometimes the smallest things in life can be the most difficult. They creep up, without warning, without notice, and in time it spreads like a cancer without our attention. The struggles of life are the one constant we can count on, for each and every moment of happiness we are bombarded with one hundred more minutes of stress, disdain, inadequacy, insecurity, anger, confusion, etc.

But these are the moments that add the definition to who we are, the character that, some use to identify themselves by. It's a reckoning that each and every breathing soul must accept, except that each and every breathing soul chooses in their own unique way on how they deal with these ebbs and flows of this world. We hope, we pray, we meditate, we contemplate on the idea that here has to be more, there has to be something better, oh what it would be to not be stuck in this world, this life of black and white, of ups and downs, highs and lows, positives and negatives, withs or withouts. We constantly wish, dream, and search for something that we cannot hold, that we can not touch, see, or smell.

The issue for us is not the level of difficulty that each of our lives may or may not bring. It understands what we have with us everyday, what is around us in every fleeting moment of anxious want and need. Those, visible, tangibles are all around us, they live with us, they eat with us, the cry with us, and they are in us. It is the loved ones we bed, the loved ones we raise and teach to place one foot in front of another as they feel their ways through this journey. Ah, but the journey itself is wrapped up in the people around us, it is concealed in the wind that sways the trees, and it is the scent of a cool summer morning after a night of rain, and it is the sunrise that symbolizes so much more than a brand new day.

We put everything else around us, we fill our emptiness with paper possessions, which in the smallest of shifts, would crumble and fall away, they can't be taken with us, we can not be measured by them in the end. But we work so hard for these things, for these things that have no feeling but emptiness and compounds on our selfish needs.

The correction is to open our eyes, open our senses, therefore opening our lives to something so much more than status, fame and riches, or titles. Instead, we begin to see without our eyes, we feel without the dexterity of our fingers, and we hear without a single noise reverberating off a single wall. We end up outside ourselves and just appreciating the journey we are on, the ones that we share it with, and not looking for an outcome, not looking for the destination.

Change how you measure yourself, what is your worth depicted by? What are you worth to those around you? What are they worth to you? Can you see the moment and stay within it? That is life that is living.