The Secrets of Our Eyes

There is a silent gentleness in our eyes. The kind of quiet strength that comes from living through different colors of pain. Colors that are painted by limitless experiences that vary from person to person. Adverse experiences that shape our hearts and minds to be a powerful part of the world that we now know.

It is far too often more than what some can relate to. This quiet strength that I speak of can be intimidating to those that have yet to come to know it. A strength of beauty and of pain, paralleled evenly and shining through our beautiful eyes. Some look closer, drawn by the raw beauty, while others turn away, frightened of the pain that is too real, reminding them of the absolute certainty of what is yet to come.

There is a secret that is shared through our eyes as we desperately search for understanding of what is going on around us. We all are facing the same obstacles only in different forms. My secret pains are different than yours, but are equal in their measure. Death being only one obstacle in a world that seems to be constantly paddling upstream. The all encompassing moments of our past add to the weight of our eyes that shine in the current moments. Our eyes slowly becoming indefinitely intriguing by the moments that are spent here on earth.

I secretly search others for their stories that seem to shine through their eyes. I wonder about their history and about their passions, the times that have aged them and the times that have taken their breath away. I wonder if they have felt their hearts melt with passion or their pulse fiercely quicken with desire. I wonder about their agonies and what keeps them awake at night. I wonder if they are wondering the same things, inquisitive to the mysteries that surround them.

I wonder if our eyes hold the secrets that can unlock contentment.

Part of what makes our stories complete is filling in the pages of our life with love that comes from those around us. Our eyes shining with others in them. Our stories intersecting together for a brief time or a long road. Our eyes dancing with a light that shines brighter when others are around. Our powerful stories that reflect pain and beauty, will be shared through the heart of our eyes. Our silent strength being passed on to those who may need it and back to us when we need it once again. The perpetual flow of life.