See and look

Ehh, nothing much… I’m an eye.
Yeah, just an eye. A nice eye, mind you, but still just an eye. … No ahahaha it’s not narcissism, I’m just being realistic :D

Anyway, I’ve been living (living?) here forever, or at least as long as I can remember. Naturally, not having any kind of locomotor apparatus, I have no way to move myself…
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Good question… I already wonder how I manage to “speak,” let alone how I manage to survive. I don’t have a heart, lungs, liver, spleen… brain… And no one of my kind has been able to study my species, also because I don’t have any kind eheheheh.
I don’t even know how I came into the world; does it take a father and a mother to create an eye like me? I hope I was born from the ether, the idea of having parents and still navigated through solitude fills my retina with the liquid of sadness…
But you know, not being able to move has led me to only see and think (Ed. don’t ask me how a mere eye can think, we are in Sir. P’s head). I don’t know how many years I’ve been like a pendulum swinging between lofty intuition and the harsh reality.
I don’t want to sit here and tell you how human being is fleeting and carnal being, so involved in his Being to fills it with objects and material sanctity, without realizing that on the altar of Life lies his Soul. Not so much because, honestly, I’m an immobile eye with a city on top of it in the middle of nowhere (yeah, I don’t give a f…), but because, in my opinion, that’s what they want you to believe. I don’t know who “they” are, I haven’t seen that far. But beyond the philosophical, psychological, and “conspiratorial” musings, the mere awareness that you can truly do what makes you feel good, should push you to work towards that.
Everything else, is just boredom.

In any case, my way of smiling at life is understanding that it doesn’t matter how you come into the world; matters what you do with the gift of life [#150].