Eyes that See What Our Life Should Be

People are blest with eyes to see more than what is physical. Eyesight that keeps the bonds of friendship strong. Eyes that gives assurance of a better tomorrow. The kind of eyes that see beyond what others want you to see (either good or bad). It is the type of eyes that gives insightful interpretations of worrisome characters. And luckily, we do treasure the eyes that keeps us focused to our goal. For if we fail to recognize this special part of our being, we might live in darkness, lassitude and confusion even when our eyes are widely open.

Many times I am told that the eyes are the windows of my soul and I believe them. I am able to see firsthand malicious eyes, jealous eyes, kind eyes, loving eyes, deceitful eyes, and charming eyes. All of which reflects the soul of the bearer. I would love to expound more on this line of thought but this is not the intention of this article.

I am going to share to you my experience of battling lassitude with the gift of sight (or insight it might be).

Growing up as a kid that is not allowed to voice out a lot of emotions. I can say that a lot of strong urges fight inside me. There were times that I cannot contain them all and I end up being punished. Especially when I try to assert my choice of a hairstyle or my choice of shoes to wear and stuff like that. Back then, there is nothing more I can see than the unfair cruelty of the situation. Why can I not get what I want? Was it because I was just a kid? Was it because I am so inadequate in dealing with the frustrations I met in every minute of my turbulent childhood? Is there something more spiteful than the life I have had? Or is it because I was just so near-sighted and failed to see that every event in my life are lessons that will somehow help me better myself? I guess, my eyesight are not yet as developed back then, thus, I can only see the present happening. Nothing more, nothing less. And I figured that if I just remain passive and let others decide for me, everything will be fine. There will no longer be punishments for me. And this is how I have given birth to this thing called lassitude in my life. Little did I know that I am in more trouble this way.

I have kept my eyes to my feet longer than I should and failed to see the many outstretched arms that are trying to pull me up. There was one poetic description I received from a delightful friend whom I treasured till now, she said, "It has been awhile that I wanted to befriend you and yet every time I attempted to come near you, there seems to be a thick cloud of gloom surrounding you. And your eyes does not seem to see me at all. Your eyes has a veil that sees only what are within the walls of your reality."

I have written some poetry myself and I can truly understand what she is talking about. Slowly, I resolved to put some opening, a crack in that thick wall I built around myself. That was the time that my friend, eventually, found me a little animate. She can see a smile every now and then. The thick cloud of gloom she was referring to was thinning out. We became best of friends because of that observation that she courageously verbalized. My act of looking up and deciding to see beyond myself and into another realm of life, makes me more excited to live and share my reality with my friend. I took it upon me to always see the message that comes with the torment of every unfavorable encounter. Whether it be a temperamental teacher, a nosy type of person, an unwilling and unhelpful teammate and a lot more, I strive to see the lesson that their attitude is trying to teach me. Is it more understanding and patience that I need? Or is it self-control? Or is the situation asking me to be a mentor and tell this person how things should be done with finesse? These are the type of messages that my inner eye is showing me. All I need to do is choose.

So then again, I realized that I am blest with eyes that gives me the sight to counter the temptations of lassitude, tiredness and weariness of living life alone. Without any active participation in the decision making of my life, I am only governed with lassitude which is equivalent to living in darkness: not knowing how to fight for my passions, not knowing what to do with my talents. All of that has changed now because I have chosen to see and lead a passionate, vigorous, spectacular life. But without the eyes that gives me the chance to see more than another sunrise, I cannot truly be alive. Delightfully, I have eyes that keeps on looking up to the prize. Eyes that can clearly define the details, the contours, the tiny particulars of the wondrous life I want to live and where. Life is what we create. It is what we choose to see and believe it should be.