What do you see?A Story by Samaira“What we see depends mainly on what we look for” – John LubbockWHAT DO YOU WANT TO
SEE?
“What we see depends mainly on what we look for” " John Lubbock.
Pale white in the never-ending velvety darkness, the moon shines bright
with an angelic halo surrounding it. All eyes turn on her once she enters the
sky. Her presence demands to be felt. For a moment, she will let you forget the
burden of regret, remorse and reality you are carrying around. She will tease
you. Show parts of herself in phases. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Phases
beginning from absolutely nothing at all to something so radiant that she just
can’t be ignored. Look at her. No, really look at her. What do you see?
Be careful. Don’t forget to breathe.
She won’t tell you how many hits she has taken over all these years. The
craters will. And you may call her ugly for it, but I call her beautiful.
Somehow the scars make her more than just a pretty face.
To the men working their nine to nine jobs in offices, she doesn’t
really exist. To the scientists and astronauts, she is just another inanimate object
spinning around the earth controlling the tides of the sea.
But they don’t understand.
She is so much more.
She is a symbol of hope for the man who just failed to reach a
conclusion after working on his research for years. She reminds the little girl
who has just been tucked in by her father of the bedtime stories her mother
told her. She consoles the lonely girl on the terrace and convinces her that
she isn’t alone. She bridges the distance between lovers separated by a hundred
miles. For the old man sitting on the pavement she is a hateful creature
because all he sees in her is the colour of the shroud he placed on his dead
wife’s body.
She is a lesson for the vain, teaching them that they will fall once
they reach the peak and it will be okay because they will rise again. She calms
down the psychotic patient in the mental health facility because he sees a ship
with Peter Pan and Tinker Bell on it floating over her. The musician playing
his violin by the window in his room on the third floor loves the steady rhythm
of the moon. The eclipse reassures the
teenage girl crying her heart out, thinking her life is the worst it could ever
be, that this too shall pass.
Hope. Veneration. Faith. Beauty. Rebirth. Death. Memories.
Everyone sees what they want to see.
At the end of the day, it is just the moon.
So look at her. What do you see?
Be careful. Don’t forget to breathe. © 2015 SamairaFeatured Review
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