blind
If I were to lose one of my senses, I’d rather lose my eyes. Cris said he’d rather lose everything else but his eyes. He has his reasons, I have mine. He’ll talk about his reasons in his own time, but for now, my time to talk about my reasons has come.
I can’t live without the music of love that comes with every song, encouraging word, and term of endearment. I can’t live without hearing my parents, friends, and family while they are telling me how much they love me in their own little ways. I can’t live without hearing my sister speak to me about things that mutually matter to us. I can’t live without hearing my brother annoy me, which actually is his way of telling me how much I mean to him. I can’t live without hearing my parents baby-talk and crack their insane jokes–their little way of showing me their hopes of me not growing up too soon. I can live without a lot of things, but I can’t live without the ability to hear and listen.
I can’t live without the touch of those closest to me. I can’t live without the kisses of my mom, dad, bro, sis, and closest friends. I can’t live without feeling the gentle warmth that comes with the simple handshake that happens between soon-to-be friends, the powerful hug of which we need eight a day, and the touch on the arm that shows how much we care. I am a person full of feelings. Taking my sense of touch away would reduce me to nothing more than a person in a coma.
I love the smell of flowers. I love the smell and taste of food. Tasting and smelling things have come to me as naturally as if I were a hound. I could never imagine living without smelling the damp air of the early morning, and the smell and taste of breakfast that soon follows it. I can’t live without the comfort that comes at the smell of a new or antique book. Depriving me of my sense of smell and taste would deprive me of the simple pleasures of life that could never be replaced by all the money in the world.
I may read a lot, but losing my eyes wouldn’t really matter: anyway, I still have my loved ones to read for me… or I could learn the Braille. I might be able to love better if I did not have my eyes judge for me. I might be able to appreciate my surroundings if I can’t see the extent of the damage we have done to it. I might develop a greater respect for humanity if I can’t see the evil we have managed to spread in this world, and the pains we have managed to cause each other. Anyway, I am almost blind to begin with. I am extremely near-sighted, and I guess blindness would not really affect me in a major way.
It’s not that I hate my eyes. In fact, I am very much grateful for the fact that all my senses and body parts are still intact. It’s just that I have come to realize that maybe, if I lost my eyes, my other senses would be able to do the work for them better. Our eyes see mirages, our other senses can’t. Our eyes can easily be fooled, our other senses are much smarter.
It’s a Friday night, but quite unlike the teenagers I see on movies who spend their time partying on Friday nights, I’ll be going home, snuggling my favorite pillow while I watch TV or movies, or read a book I was supposed to finish eons ago. I guess the fact that its almost 9 PM (an unofficial official curfew set by my dad) for me to go home and start snuggling.