Reality Check

REALITY CHECK : The Sense of Senses

The sense of sight that makes you able to see the shining rainbow aft the rain, the blooming flowers during spring, the smiling face of the sun every morning, the mesmerizing expressions of the moon each evening, the twinkling stars at night, the variegating light upon sunset and dawn, and the enthralling beauty of everything through the presence of light. But if your sense of sight requires the presence of light, how will you see through the absence of light?

Can you see the faces of shadows in dusks, the worthwhile things left in nothingness, the magnificent fantasies in chaos, the innocent souls in dungeons, the mischievous wonders in darkness, the glints of morose in smiles, or the peeking bliss in frowns? What can people see; what can you see? What does the world wants you to see; what does your brain want you to see? What do you want to see; what do you see?

Then there's this term called hearing. Being able to know the sound of whistling zephyr, splashing ocean waves, whispering trees, chirping birds, ringing bells, babbling voices, synchronizing noises, harmonizing music of the worlds through the presence of vibrations.

But what if there would be no vibrations? Would you be willing to listen to the screams of mourning souls, shouts of voiceless, whispers of good and evil, whimpers of those who laugh, laughter of those who cry, noises in silence, songs in chaos, or any voice within anybody that yelps second-by-minute? What can people hear; what can you hear? What does the world wants you to hear; what does your brain want you to hear? What do you want to hear; what do hear?

You utter a sound, sing a song unsung in history, speak a word that can or cannot be found in the dictionary, talk a language of your own vocabulary, articulate an idea to the whole world, foretell a story of your own making, shout a thought that bothers you, or express whatever it is in your mind.

But then what is that voice which screams inside you, that whimper which grieves when you portray a smile, that cry which mourns when you play a laugh, that glee which whispers when you act a cry, that euphony which hums when you are scared, or that something inside you which yearns to be heard. Would you be able to voice it out? Think. What can people say; what can you say? What does the world wants you to say; what does your brain want you to say? What do you want to say; what do you say?

Reminisce how it feels to be caressed by the zephyr, to be fondled by the ocean waves, to be warmed by the sun, to be chilled by the breeze, to be kissed by the rain. Remember how it feels to be cherished by someone who loves, to be held by someone you cares, to be embraced by someone who understands, to be hugged by someone who accepts.

How does it feel to be slapped by someone who hates, to be pushed by someone who despises, to be thwacked by someone who judges, or to be whacked by someone who rejects? Now recall how many times did anybody caressed you when you're hurt, fondled you when you're depressed, warmed you when you're cold, chilled you when you're bitter, kissed you when you're brokenhearted, cherished you when you're rejected, held you when you're filthy, embraced you when you're criticized, hugged you when you're blue, lifted you when you're down, cuddled you when you're agonizing, slapped you when you're wrong, pushed you when you're bitchy, thwacked you when you're stupid, whacked you when you're hardheaded, of even offered you a real hand when you're in need.

Have you ever felt so accompanied or alone; so dependent or independent? Have you ever wondered how it feels to be the one providing things for your own needs, deciding for your own fate, making things in your own style, fighting alone your battles, choosing your own path, standing for yourself, and doing things the way you want it? But then, what would the people feel; what would you feel? What does the world wants you to feel; what does your brain want you to feel? What do you want to feel; what do you feel?

Perhaps you are not blind but are you sure you really can see? Have you ever wondered what can a blind see; what is even there to see? Maybe you are not deaf but are you sure you really can hear? What can a deaf hear; what is even there to hear? Possibly you are not mute but did you ever said anything sensible? Guess what a mute will say; what is there to say? Mayhap you are not numb but did you ever felt anything reasonable? But then what is there to feel? If you really got senses, blend them together and, use them well.

Do not be a blind just because you are deaf. See through the whimpers of the souls darker than shadows; analyze the face of each whisper, and discover what's behind everything. Do not be a deaf just because you are mute. Listen to the screams of the voiceless; understand the vocabulary of each language; then think. Think how you will be able to make the world hear what you hear. Do not be a mute just because you are numb. Talk. Say whatever it is that you want to feel; let go of anything that your brain tells you. Speak for the voiceless and those who can feel. Do not be numb just because you are blind. Feel every single word that flows; sense each doubt, worry, fear, or whatever it is that is intertwined with the statement; believe that instinct that gives you the courage to live.

Believe in yourself. Hold on to that something inside you which makes you stronger. Fight for that specific reason that you believe. There is always hope. Have faith in yourself. Remember, it is not what your self can do for you; it is what you can do with yourself. Existence is not a matter of belief that you are real and alive but a sense of belief that there are ways to live even when you are already dead. For existence is a way of understanding how to work with your 'self' in order to see the unseen, hear the unheard, talk without a voice, and feel all at once.

Now, how do you want to exist?