See

I've been thinking about getting all my writing from my teen years off my parent's old computer for a long time now. Tackled the job and, thanks to Alex, I succeeded! Here's a little something I wrote when I was 19. I thought it would be a good way to start off the journey. I hope you are looking forward to more because I sure am.



 Title: I Wish You Could See What I See (If I could edit this now I would probably just call it See)


I wish you could see what I see.

There is beauty among the harsh, the ugly.

I wish you would look, and watch. And see.

Its all been said before. Explained away into a bland prose, a thought deadening description. Words do not do it. Millions have tried, and millions more will try, adding to the volumes in a library of lost causes.

I will not try to explain beauty. I will simply ask you to open your eyes. You feel it every day, I know you do. The mountains covered in snow, the music that consumes, activates every part of the mind. You see this beauty. Look elsewhere.

Sunlight reflecting off the spray of water as a car drives through a rain puddle. The look on a small child’s face when he learns how to do something on his own. Hell, the look on an adult’s face when he learns how to do something on his own. The feeling of lying in bed after a tiring day.

 Beauty is everywhere, in everything. You will read this and it will be meaningless to you. Trivial, I know. You will read but not think. You will glimpse and not comprehend. A small child reads a picture book aloud. Question what it was about, and he will have to go back and look at the pictures to tell you. Pay attention to words, the sentences they form, the stories they tell, if just for this one passage. See what I see.