you could have done something wrong but did you really do it?
Would you ever admit you are wrong on
something you feel so passionately about?
Hindsight may be 20/20, but only if our
eyes are open.
Maybe there was a chill in the wind that
told us keep our eyes closed, we sensed that something difficult was in front
of us.
It would be a difficult life, living in
that darkness.
The early days, we'll fall, tumble, scrape
our elbows more than once, but the orientation will come. But it’s still pitch black; there's no colour,
no accurate depth of the
world.
Everything becomes an approximation, but a gentler, kindler one than if we
opened our eyes.
And see the disappointment and unhappiness
that have been inflicted on the people around us because of something that we
did.
And those whispers in our head grow louder.
“You were wrong.”
