The Dark
Sometimes, when your in the perfectly right mood, a dark room can show you the most. See, when one is in a room with light, one tends to see the things touched by that light: the desk, the walls, the ever-spinning fan. But if that same person is in the dark, he or she starts seeing all the important things. I personally believe that the best way to see yourself is not through a mirror but in the dark. Only there are all distractions gone. You are forced to look at things you otherwise couldn’t see, the deep-inside-but-just-under-the-surface things. Your loves, your memories, your desires; especially your desires. For me, a dark room always shows me the things I want most, whether it be something important or just a light. For some reason, we tend to think that we need light, that we can’t live without it. Well, I have yet to meet a night that I couldn’t survive. The dark does make it harder to see with our eyes, but what are eyes? They show us nothing. Just the blatantly obvious things that all eyes can see. Can a blind man not see? On the contrary, I believe that he has the best view of all. He is always in that dark room. And while he might occasionally miss out on some small things, he would be the last to miss something important.
See, anything that your eyes show you, your hands can show you, or your ears, or your nose. But only when you stop looking with you eyes can you see most things. You can’t see feelings with your eyes; not love, not hate, not happiness or gloom, not hope and faith. But aren’t these the most important things, our most cherished possessions? These are universal. These things are our souls, the very fibers of our being. Anything you lay your eyes on can be taken away just as fast; but the things you can’t see have always been a part of you and always will.
So tonight, play that blind man. Sit in a dark room and start looking around. Eventually, you will find yourself, then you can truly appreciate all of those important things that you are made of.
