Eyes? I(s)?

We walk the world telling each other that "eyes are the window to the soul" or "you've got pretty eyes"

that it has become cheap clichés. 

 

I don't know that many of us walk around on a daily basis remembering what eyes carry. 

The stories. 

The pains.

The victories. 

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The photo collage above reveals

"eyes" of my UW journey.

Happy eyes.

Sad eyes. 

Eager eyes.

Hopeless eyes.

Angry eyes.

Lost eyes.

Authentic eyes.

Defeated eyes. 

Fulfilled eyes.

Empty eyes. 

Lots of eyes. 

 

I share these eyes because they have

in a way

remained the same through it all.

Because they may have at some point

met yours. 

Because everyone,

eyes or not,

carries stories.

These stories are at times loud and at other times silent.

I encourage you to let some part of you be a window to your stories.

That way,

at times in life when you feel passive,

like a passenger,

like an audience to your own show,

you can lean back onto that piece

to speak for you. 

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Eyes are the window to my stories, 

silent and loud.

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What will you let

be the window to your stories?