How come?
She asked me to close my eyes and slightly open it. Then the streetlamps will be twisted and lengthened. Those colors will tangle with each other. And it is too beautiful to be true. At the very beginning, I depreciate this idea. They are nothing but street lights that we see every day. How beautiful can it be? Still, in great boredom, I followed the step of my mother and slightly opened my eyes. Few seconds later, I let go of the pride and the custom way I’m used to for years when I grew up. Not until then that I see what my mother was talking about -- the aurora. I saw the lights becoming the twisted way that I saw when I was little and liked to see everything in different perspective.
She asked me to close my eyes and slightly open it. Then the streetlamps will be twisted and lengthened. Those colors will tangle with each other. And it is too beautiful to be true. At the very beginning, I depreciate this idea. They are nothing but street lights that we see every day. How beautiful can it be? Still, in great boredom, I followed the step of my mother and slightly opened my eyes. Few seconds later, I let go of the pride and the custom way I’m used to for years when I grew up. Not until then that I see what my mother was talking about -- the aurora. I saw the lights becoming the twisted way that I saw when I was little and liked to see everything in different perspective.
The memory of the past flowed into my
mind. I remembered what it was like to be so happy and full of joy when discovering
something new every day. For me at that age, everything is new, everything is
worth discovering, everything is an adventure. However, I stopped seeing the
world as I used to and I started taking everything for granted. I finally
understood the saying--life without wonder is not living. And truly understood what
Hellen Keller once said,
“Most of us, however, take life for granted.… We seldom think of it… So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation….I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. "Nothing in particular," she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere convenience rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.”
When I returned to my place, the song “Colors
of the Wing” stroke me again. Before, the message I got from this song was
about being environmental friendly and seeing people without racial
discrimination. Now it also reminds me to see the world like a newborn. And
this is something new for me.
So please, after reading this blog, listen
to this song again. It is often said that music can always reach the deep down
of people’s heart.
Wish you can also find something new in your life. Cause that is something worth being happy about.
