Light of Depression

Eyes

They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul. The person looks through them, the windows, and sees the world and life in the perspective of their soul. Their soul, to clarify, consists of many things. Attitude, mood, experience, and many other things, are all parts of the complex machine which drives the human mind and body. That is the soul, in the purest of forms. Souls can be corrupted. When someone's soul becomes affected by the soul of another, even in the slightest of ways, negative or positive, the soul is no longer pure.

The eyes are the windows of the soul. Many people forget that windows work both ways. You can look through the window, into the world, but people in the world can also look into you. Not all people, however. There are techniques for "eye-reading" and "eye-scanning". The things you look for when performing those techniques are processes and movements which are initiated by your sub-conscious. These techniques are, however, basic. Why are they basic? Because they can be taught. You can learn them. They are all over the internet.

Techniques such as those are all based upon reading the eyes. The movement of the eyes, their position, and so on. That is what is wrong, and basic, with those techniques. They use only the outside layer of the eye. They only look at what is there to see. One can say that they only look at the frame of the window, and judge from that what is to be found inside.

I have never met anyone before who had the same thing I have. Who can look into the eyes of someone, and see what goes on inside, behind the window. I do not look at colour. I do not look at the surroundings. I look inside. Sometimes, I see that little extra depth. That carving left behind. That scar in the pupil of a beholder. Its delver is depression. Depression has left a mark on you, which is invisible to most. I'm sure that there other marks to be seen. Scars in other places, you know what I'm saying.

It has only occurred once when I saw that depth, that scar, and told myself that I was mistaken. This girl was the sweetest and brightest thing on earth. Always smiling, always skipping, so child-like and happy. She acted like she was so blind with happiness that I believed her, besides what I had seen. Never will I make the same mistake. From now, I will always trust my gut feeling.

There are many other instincts that I have, but every single of those are not to be trusted completely. It is the reading of eyes, my kind, which has never failed me. Depression is not the only thing which I can notice. I can see whether someone is open to new ideas, or ignorant of them. Of course, these two are very different, and usually the feeling I have about someone in that aspect is confirmed by their behaviour and other appearance.