One might ask a blind man what he
dreams of. How could a man who was blind
from birth dream of things he hasn’t seen?
Would he dream of colour? His
wife’s face? The pleasant mountain
view? How could he dream of something
that he does not know?
Everyone can be much like a blind
man. Trapped inside our own world,
taking into consideration only what we know.
We may see our abundant riches and large residencies and not begin to
fathom the heartbreak of poverty suffered by many. How can a visionary from a high estate
possibly dictate the needs of the meek?
Knowing myself and my own
struggles, I see that I have not always viewed the world from my adversaries’
eyes. How can I possibly perceive even a
hue as they do. Much like a blind man, I
cannot dream of what I have not seen. I
have not seen through anyone’s eyes but my own. I have not felt with anyone’s hands but my
own. All I know is what’s in my
world. So I cannot expect anyone to
know and think as I do. And you cannot
expect me to know and think as you do.
For we are all much like a blind man.
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