Home, a reflection for compassion
Reference of Audio: Barcelona — George Ezra
It is different; it’s real, much more than before; well, to be exact, the latest experience left a bitter taste in my palette.
However, I felt a burning passion that burns a million degrees in a familiar resonance of compassion that I felt.
I recall a story:
A blind man asked his companion:
“How can you describe colors to me in a way I can feel them?”
Initially, his companion told him that what he felt was heat when the blind man stood outside in the sun.
“Heat is red,” his companion said, explaining that red is the color of a burn, embarrassment, or anger.
Next, his companion had the blind man immerse his hands in a pool, telling him that what he felt was cold.
“Cold is blue,” his companion explained, stating that blue is the color of serenity, wisdom, or sadness.
Lastly, his companion had the blind man touch soft leaves on a tree and wet grass, telling him that what he felt was life.
“Life is green,” his companion finally said, explaining that green is the color of tranquility, harmony, and joy.
I was blind — blind to the world of colors and emotions. I could only see the dark; only see hopelessness, the void, the emptiness.
Not a day goes by — what I felt was described by the English as “The gloomy-dirty English skies.”
I was blind, but now I can see. What was projected to me was a spectrum of a million colors; in ways I could only imagine in my head.
Like what the companion did to the blind man — what you had done to me was describing how it feels to feel passion, to feel colors.
It had occurred to me in moments in my life; you reminded me that we are, after all, human.
You loved me for who I am, and not many could. You showed me what love is — what it could be; what every single object composed of atoms and electrons in this world deserves.
Every time a spark of conversation occurred; a recollection of someone who did the same appeared in a flash of several instances.
You reminded me of my grandmother; as cliche as it might sound, there are several recollections of how her kindness reflects in you.
You are far away from what she is, but the same kindness and love resurface in you and it sparks a trigger within me as well.
Has it been so long to find kindness so light and pure? It has been for me.
After a raging storm struck the image of the definition of “home” to me; I have longed to find it in other people.
You are not necessarily home, but you paved the way back to what I consider home.
You reminded me of the old planks adjusted to stick together, the dusty improperly lined up cupboards, the still mugs and plates on the dining table, the cobwebs on the ceiling intersection, the sound of geckoes echoing on the nearby trees, the sound of starfruits that were plucked from the tree in my youth, and the sound of rustic old chairs being pulled in and out.
You reminded me of home; of kindness, of love, of passion, of compassion, of peace, and tranquility.
You reminded me of colors; where I thought the world was grey and desaturated — you evoke the gradients of colors through your descriptions of how life should be.
All I wanted over these years was to be validated; to be recognized. I wanted effigies and conversations to spark in the minds of many.
I wanted to be immortal; to live forever and die, with art. I strayed from the craft; with the idea that it can be obtained from companionship.
You brought back the knowledge and memory; in my younger days, the only subject that could withstand the test of time was love; not the idea of loving someone, but the idea of being in love with the universe.
To love everything, to be kind, and to be compassionate. Money, name, and fame do not matter when you are who you are; a kind soul.
I’d quote one of my favorite lines in life; “run to the rescue with love, and peace will follow.”
In hopes that both of us came to each other precisely at the exact time; we rushed towards one another in rescue with love and soon came to realize that peace would follow us through.
Whatever the end that awaits these moments; I’m glad we crossed paths.
22:37–6th of March 2024
