A mild contemplation at the turn of the year 2010-2011
Lately, I often got the eye disorders. What and who I saw were often blurred, unfocused. Even my eyes sometimes got me wrong. When I was in front of the mirror, for example, I felt that gentleman who admired me was my old friend. Apparently he forgot and asked me to re-acquaintance.
Moreover, I was often wrong in seeing. My eyes were often considered to be misreading. I read the books, the books said I was wrong. I read them again, then I was wrong again. No exception with the books I wrote.
Tonight, my eye's pain was more acute, pain, dizziness, throbbing. Then came the eye doctor, greeted me, "Good evening, Plato". Without a word, then the doctor checked my eyes.
"Doctor, do I have to wear the thicker glasses?" I asked the doctor.
The doctor said, "No, no need. Your eyes are just need to be plucked."
To be plucked? Ah! I couldn't imagine my eyes to be replaced with an artificial eye or used someone else's eyes. Then the doctor asked me to pray and sleep in peace, while the doctor would work on my eyes.
I woke up at dawn. The doctor was gone. It was strange, everything was comfortable and normal again. I immediately went to my mirror, and I was surprised because I was suddenly met with the doctor, my eyes doctor.
"Doctor, do you change my eyes?" I asked in ignorance.
The doctor replied, "No. I just clean up your eyes and soak them in my tears, and then return them as before. Why? Are you blind or something?"
I didn't know what to say other than thank you. "Thank you. Thank you, doctor"
The doctor didn't say anything more. My eyes doctor looked like wanted to cry, but the doctor didn't want me to see the tears.
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(CZ-lacalifusa121911)
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