I See Through You.
Perfect vision is 20/20. That is what we have been taught. That is the standard opticians have defined for us as the ability to see everything clearly. Much like religion, this definition limits a persons understanding of the world around them. My vision is called Discernment. I never knew it had a word. I knew I could sense things. I knew I could hear someone’s voice and know half their life story. I knew I could see through someone anger and detect the sadness. I could see through the coldness and feel their insecurity. I could hear the hesitation in their speech. I could hear inflections in their voice in an attempt to hide their vulnerability. I could see hurt or deceit in their eyes. I could hear pain in their voices. I could sense sadness or anger when I held someone. I could feel evil by standing next to someone. It was everyday life for me. I was talking to my friend one day. I described what I felt in different situations with people. “Oh, that’s Discernment. We all have gifts. You have the gift of Discernment”. She defined in one word everything I had experienced my entire life. I never thought about it as being a gift. It was all I ever knew. It comes just as natural to me as walking down the street or talking on the phone. A gift from God?
Our conversation is the latest proof I am on a journey. The destination still unknown. But I realize I have always been on this path. I’m slowly realizing my choices are not my own. They never have been. So many times I should have been shot. Many times I could have been beaten up. Many times I put my life in jeopardy acting stupid. Many times I went to sleep a knucklehead and woke back up on this path. It’s scary to know I’ve been chosen. It’s humbling to know I’m here for a reason. Something is in store for me and I’m the last one to know. A control freak foolishly thinking I control my actions and determine the outcome. I was so conceited. So naïve. A gift that I was born with and too ignorant to know it was special. I always have been different. I never thought like anyone else. I never carried myself like my peers. I was always the one they shook their head at. “That’s some wild sh**, D!” My thoughts were different. My understanding was different. My life, my journey. Predetermined from conception. The more I stop running away and start walking towards him the more he meets me half-way. The more I walk, the more I begin to see and understand the world around me. The gift of Discernment. I can close my eyes and see through you. God Bless.