The blind people are different from us. The world they feel has no color, and there is no intuitive image like what we see. The way they describe the world is different from ours. All things are described by the words of the soul that has been groping for itself. Maybe they really are closer to heaven than we are. What is heaven? It's not just listening to your own voice, correcting your own words, and then passing on the love you feel to others in your own way. In this sense, people who can see are farther away from God. We are always seeking approval from others, always busy, and always find ourselves lost.
Always moved by the scenery of the movie, mist, twilight, woodpeckers, flowers swaying in the wind, and you who stopped when you heard the sound. We are not as good as you, we have failed the world, we have failed ourselves, we have become narrow-minded reinforced concrete, cannot tolerate the desires of others, and have become paranoid and mediocre people that we once hated. No longer will you be drenched in the pouring rain, no longer will you stare at the lights of tall buildings in the distance and think about their stories when the sky is already white, no longer will you see the smoke from the cooking, no longer will you be in a daze. I can never return to the way I used to be in my childhood, and I can never even imagine the taste of the faint sunshine in my childhood summer time. And you can only look back at the once beautiful self from afar through your heart.
Thank you, Muhammad.
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