stendec

There was once a little boy who felt all alone in the world. He felt different from others, separate. He didn't feel this way because he had no friends or anyone to talk to, but because no one seemed to see the things he saw, or rather, see things the way he saw them. It was nothing he could point out, nothing he could show. He couldn't say "Hey!, look there, that's it!" Whenever he talked about it or tried to describe it, his friends would give him strange looks while the bigger people just smiled. But he knew, and he saw, and he stayed quiet.

Now because he saw things so differently, he never quite saw them how the others did either. It was as if he could see very far away and very clearly, while what was near him and around him was always blurry, always somewhat hidden. Most people seemed far to busy looking at themselves and bumping into each other to even consider the very far away. And so, in many ways, he couldn't figure them out anymore than they could he. This made the little boy sad. Obviously sad for himself, because there was no one to really share with, no one to really play with, but it made him sad too for the others. What he saw was beautiful. What he saw brought him joy. What he saw was like the brightest blue sky. It made him sad that they didn't look and it hurt him that he couldn't show.

All he wanted in the world, all he dreamt about, was the ability to tell them, the ability to show them. He knew they would see if only they looked. He dreamt too, that someday he would find someone who had his eyes, who felt his vision. Someone who could see as far as he could, someone who knew. He often imagined what it would be like to know another, to share the moment with another. To just sit and look and smile with another. Many times he thought he had met such a person, thought that at last he was not alone, that it wasn't just him. But no, not quite, not ever. Not yet.

So, to this day, the little boy, not quite so little anymore, wanders and searches and hopes and dreams. He's still sad he's still alone, but the beauty never ceases and the joy never dulls. And he's still looking for someone in particular, someone he'll recognize, someone who knows, someone who sees. And someone who is looking for him too.