One day, I wake up, and my life is changed forever.
I grumble, and open my eyes, yet see nothing.
I reach frantically to see if I have a blanket over my face.
Or maybe it’s a bad dream.
No.
I begin to freak out, hoping this is something that’ll pass.
Yet it doesn’t.
My car sits useless, for even under the conditions I’ve driven effortlessly before, I can’t.
I can no longer ride bikes, motorcycles, drive a car, or skateboard.
For a second, I begin to relax.
No.
Everything I have ever known has come crashing down around me.
I can’t cook, all the bags feel the same.
Now I have to learn braille, and yet I thank God I still have my hearing.
I still feel, I still smell, I still walk.
So much to live for, and with.
Yet my largest part of my life has been stripped away.
I come to terms with the fact that I will no longer see my friends, family, pets.
I come to terms with the fact that there are no more mountain views.
I come to terms with the fact that there has been an end to my late night cruise.
I come to terms with the fact that I can never watch a movie, or anything again.
I come to terms with the fact that, that, I can’t do this anymore.
No.
At least I can no longer pass judgment, as no sight disallows me to do such.
I am free.
Am I free?
No.
Time to me is a construct, as the days are to me as the nights.
At the very least, I can finally sleep well, for if I open my eyes I shall see nothing new.
Yet maybe that’s what still prevents me from sleeping.
For in my dreams I see, and when I wake up I see nothing.
“Life’s a dream” has become a reality to me.
I find solace in my sleep.
No.
I come to terms with the fact that my life has changed forever.
And I’m damn sure that I’m going to make the change for the better.
I pack away my sorrows, and begin anew.
- Schrodinger's Katze
