Real Eyes

I am not sure how I feel about the saying “Real Eyes Realize Real Lies”- at least not the way I interpret it.

To me, Real Eyes are honest. Humble. Transparent.

Real Eyes may have pain, or they may not- but they never have deceit. Or malicious intent.

Real Eyes do not have an agenda because they don’t need one. Because they don’t want one.

An agenda is nothing but an archive with alphabetized lies, or, depending on the person, they could also be chronologically organized.

The thing with Real Eyes is that they are naïve. Their naïvete is their purity, and it is the reason their mind does not visit dark corners- where hurt lies and where lies lie.

To Real Eyes, there is no option, no other road to take, than one of truth- because they realize, what is the point in a lie, anyway?

Their fault (or blessing) is that they only see the beauty in others, and they do not see the logic behind these dark corners- so they are blinded to them.

Real Eyes are too beautiful to realize Real Lies.

Interestingly, there is also a parallel to this.

Real Lies only know rough edges. They expect deceit, they expect hurt. Real Eyes seem too good to be true to Real Lies.

So they fear them.

This is when you realize ignorance is a double-edged sword.

One thought on “Real Eyes

  1. real eyes.

    i’m taken a back by how true and yet so simple it actually is but yet in real life we find it so difficult to see real eyes.

    it’s the same as seeing humans but not humanity. so many items cover out ability to see real eyes looking back at eyes.

    i have only but a few times had the blessing of seeing real eyes through beautiful ones.

    when I look into your eyes I want to see that there isn’t a single thing in this world that I couldn’t hold your hand, walk towards and just be okay. is that okay?

    is a mother’s eyes real, or do they just have so much love and compassion that it might feel that way, if you’re one of the lucky one?

    my father has real eyes, so real that sometimes want to steal them and swap with my own eyes.

    “the real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” Marcel Proust.

    … maybe I need knew eyes or … maybe someone to be able to tell me if mine are real or not.

    everything takes time. the good die young but it’s the wise always last. – can I be young, wise, with real eyes and to have real eyes looking back at me? too much to ask?


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