“Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.”
― Veronica Roth

Many words remained inscribed on lovers’ letters, penned in the nights illuminated by the silver moon. There were the words within manuscripts that held an entire life within their pages. Some words were extracted from doctors’ notes, listing an array of pills to remedy ailments that knew no cure. Perhaps there were words woven into prayers for those who departed this world prematurely. However, what language eyes are speaking? Eyes spoke a language of their own, but it was a language often challenging to decipher, especially when viewing someone’s countenance without empathy. It was easy to overlook them, particularly when sharp words were flung carelessly, leaving behind eyes heavy with unspoken narratives, burdened by the words they longed to express.

Body language communicates through intricate details, particularly through the movements of our eyes. Numerous prolific authors have left behind extensive volumes explaining how our eyes serve as windows to our very souls. If I could embark on an in-depth academic pursuit, it would undoubtedly revolve around the subject:

This wouldn’t involve mere note-taking but necessitate immersive field trips and personal observations, with each day being a mandatory chapter in this profound study. The coursework for this class encompasses observation but extends far beyond the following list. We urge you to venture beyond the horizon, explore the hidden spaces between the rocks, transcend your preconceived notions, and embark on a quest to comprehend the following phenomena: “What should my eyes witness before they gently close?”

“It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living.”    

Terry Pratchett

My journey started with the first hint of dawn emerging from the depths of the Black Sea. I stood on the shoreline, the salty breeze ruffling my hair, and watched as the inky night sky transformed into a canvas of deep purples and fiery oranges. The sun, like a shy artist, slowly revealed itself, casting a golden path across the dark waters. It was a breathtaking revelation of nature’s artistry.

Next, I found myself perched atop a modest hill, bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. The sky was a masterpiece of crimson and tangerine as if the heavens themselves were bidding the day a fond farewell. As the sun dipped below the horizon, I was reminded of the fleeting beauty of life, a poignant lesson learned from this nightly spectacle.

Intrigued by the delicate intricacies of nature, I turned my attention to the mesmerizing dance of snowflakes. I watched them fall gently from the winter sky, each flake unique and intricate, much like life’s own tapestry. It was a humbling experience to witness the world blanketed in a serene, crystalline white.

Shifting my focus closer to home, I observed the growth and unfolding of leaves on a plant in my backyard. From tiny, unfurled buds to the full splendor of mature foliage, I marveled at the resilience of life and the cycle of seasons, a profound transformation happening right in my own garden.

My journey led me to the lush landscapes of New Hampshire, where I was surrounded by the vibrant foliage of autumn. The hillsides were ablaze with reds, oranges, and yellows, a testament to the ever-changing beauty of the natural world. It was a reminder of the importance of embracing change and transition.

With a spirit of adventure, I ascended a mountain, my heart pounding as I reached the peak. The view that awaited me was nothing short of breathtaking. From this vantage point, I could see the world spread out before me, a reminder that life’s challenges and struggles are often rewarded with moments of profound clarity and perspective.

My quest also took me to the skies, where I gazed at the fluffy, serene clouds from an airplane’s window. The world below seemed miniature, and the clouds themselves appeared as cotton candy tufts. It was a reminder of the vastness of our planet and the countless perspectives it offers.

As I observed children at play, their laughter and boundless energy filled the air. Their unbridled joy was a poignant reminder that sometimes, the simplest moments in life are the most precious.

Finally, I encountered a free-spirited animal in motion. A graceful deer darted through a sun-dappled forest, its movements fluid and unburdened. It was a powerful illustration of the freedom that comes with embracing one’s instincts and the call of the wild.

In my quest to understand these phenomena, I realized that life is a journey filled with wonder and wisdom and that every observation, whether grand or seemingly mundane, offers a unique lesson in the art of living.

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”
― Albert Einstein

The list above might seem like an easy task, and I believe I could accomplish these observations. But the opportunity for a truly charmed life demanded more than just casual attention.

I remember the eyes of a mother gazing at her sleeping newborn, a look that spoke of perfection in every possible way. Her tender admiration for his tiny fingers and the way he sought nourishment from her, each moment was etched deep within my heart.

The eyes of a father, filled with pride and joy, as he watched his daughter gracefully descend the aisle in her delicate dress, adorned with what seemed like the wings of butterflies. Her almond hair was woven with flowers, and every step she took appeared to float above the scarlet carpet, clutching the fragrance of peonies.

I can recall the longing in her eyes as she watched the train steam away, carrying her lover off for many months, too numerous to count. She stood there, powerless and lost, holding only a patch of cambric from his army uniform, which she had lovingly crafted.

His eyes, brimming with a luminous fervor, as he gently lifted the veil from her harmonious form by the soft glow of a jasmine-scented candle. His hands traced the contours of her body, and with an intense connection between our gazes, our world merged, and the night unfolded in an unexpected course.

Then there were the eyes that had never met, two souls on a moonlit beach in the late hours of the night. Their only connection was through pictures, messages, and dreams of a romantic encounter, a night brimming with the hopes of two lovers who had never met.

“Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever.”

Anthony Doerr

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