The human eye is the most complex, detailed part of creation. The way it captures the minute differences in change of light and other picturesque details baffles me. Imitations of the eye in the form of cameras haven’t really sufficed. I remember the initial lessons I had in art class about color, the different hues and shades and how they added a great deal to the perception of warmth of the color. That itself just fascinated me and my favorite thing to do was to paint a color wheel. Those miniature details that we don’t really care about, the strokes of the brush as the paint hits the paper, the eye captures them. The transition from a primary color to the rest of the colors as we know them piqued my interest even further. Do you know that the human eye can differentiate up to about 10 million colors and can detect a single photon? This creates the difference between a beautiful piece of art and a chaotic canvas.
I usually think that if a genie gave me wishes, I would definitely do something about my eyesight, get rid of my myopic eyes and get new eyes perhaps. Or just improve on them and sharpen my visual acuity. See, I spend most of the day squinting which results in a throbing headache at the end of the day. Woe unto me if I forget my spectacles while leaving the house, it will be such a long day. New eyes please?
I wear my emotions like a sleeve and my eyes say it all for me. Naturally, the first thing I notice about someone is their eyes. I met large brown eyes the other day, her overdone mascara and the arch of her asymmetrical brows made her look hideous almost in a comical way. She could do without the brows and the Russian volume lashes, then she would be lovely, large, brown eyes. I can’t forget beautiful sleepy hazelnut eyes with an ensaring gaze that draws you in. I could look into his dark chocolate eyes the whole day just beholding their beauty. His brows were bushy and thick but he drew them together a lot leaving some deep frown lines between his eyes. Hey gorgeous eyes, you can unburden your worries to me.
The difference comes in perception. The signal from your eyes travels at a high speed along the visual pathway to your brain to convert the inverted image captured on the eye lens into one that you can understand. Then the perception of beauty or ugliness, shiny, glittery, and all other details that lead to the general view of something or someone and eventually an opinion is formed.
I wish I could see myself through your eyes. Am I as strong as I like to portray? Is my heart fragile and brittle even as I try to cover it up as unfeeling? Who am I in your eyes? I hope I’m not damaged goods. I hope I’m the girl whose smile makes you forget about your turmoils even for a minute. I want to think I am graceful, driven and determined in your eyes. Do you see a bright future in me? Do you see your best friend, someone understanding or a lovely acquaintance? The very thought that whoever I think I am is not entirely true is terrifying. That in one person’s eyes I am the entire world and in another’s I am a rude stranger or that weird girl next door who listens to the same song for days on end till she can sing it verbatim; that makes me want to scream out in frustration.
I understand that there is a thin line between good and bad, right or wrong. The other side of the coin you know. The hero in your story might be the villain in another’s story. The person you despise the most is like heaven on earth for someone else. Your personality is a smoke screen, the mist blinding others from seeing what there really is. Classic Dr. Hyde and Jenkins. But I really wish I was the same person in everyone’s eyes, the best version of me.
I really wish I was the same person in everyone’s eyes, the best version of me.
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You’re the epitome of God’s wonder of creation. You with all your flaws and mistakes are a masterpiece. You might be broken and pieced up together but the reflection cast is so dauntingly admirable!! Your brown skin, or whatever hue your melanin took on is such a beauty. In my eyes, you are simply trying to live your life on this blue planet the best way you know how. You might not get it right, but in my eyes you’re strong for trying.
In your eyes, am I who I think I am?