Take a deep breath.
Inhale. Think. Imagine. See. Exhale. Understand.
Looking in the mirror, a pair of dead, blank eyes stare back. I look at every line, every curve, every mark and every scar. Fingers trace and eyes follow but there's a difference between seeing and understanding. You can see things everyday and still not understand why they exsist in such a fashion.
The old man, perched on a bench by the crashing cliffs and salted sea water. He sits and watches, intently focused on everything that passes him by. Is he searching for understanding? Reasons for the things he sees? Or is he simply watching? Our eyes meet as I walk by and I feel the intense stare, every feeling I was experiencing echoed across his expression.
The homeless ones, on the streets of the city wrapped in old blankets wishing for a better day. I see them, I talk to them but I could never understand how they feel or why they are in this situation. Their eyes are so full of hope, desperation and searching as they reach out for the slightest bit of help.
I wish I was what people seem to think I am. But I'm not. I'm a whole lot more than they can see. I've got problems, insecurities, favourite places and beautiful photographs and memories.
I wish more people would take the time to see properly. See and understand. Understanding is the key to helping, assisting and caring.
Understand someone and you can see a whole lot more.
random thoughtsss.
Looking in the mirror, a pair of dead, blank eyes stare back. I look at every line, every curve, every mark and every scar. Fingers trace and eyes follow but there's a difference between seeing and understanding. You can see things everyday and still not understand why they exsist in such a fashion.
The old man, perched on a bench by the crashing cliffs and salted sea water. He sits and watches, intently focused on everything that passes him by. Is he searching for understanding? Reasons for the things he sees? Or is he simply watching? Our eyes meet as I walk by and I feel the intense stare, every feeling I was experiencing echoed across his expression.
The homeless ones, on the streets of the city wrapped in old blankets wishing for a better day. I see them, I talk to them but I could never understand how they feel or why they are in this situation. Their eyes are so full of hope, desperation and searching as they reach out for the slightest bit of help.
I wish I was what people seem to think I am. But I'm not. I'm a whole lot more than they can see. I've got problems, insecurities, favourite places and beautiful photographs and memories.
I wish more people would take the time to see properly. See and understand. Understanding is the key to helping, assisting and caring.
Understand someone and you can see a whole lot more.
random thoughtsss.
Very nice and very mature random thoughts. But I'm not sure if it's understanding (as that implies you have experienced the same thing) or compassion and empathy you are thinking of. But all in all Saz (sorry that's just what I see people call you) this is a wonderful thought provoking blog.
Grandma, January 8th, 2009 at 12:43:36pm
Amazing.
This blog has such a good message. :)
threeam., January 8th, 2009 at 10:18:22am