Losing My Sight

Losing your sight and having limited time. These are two things that may be both disastrous,
and meaningful. To be honest, no one wants to go through a process like this. It is more
manageable to live through without something that you did not have a glimpse of it before.
However, losing a sensation that you are used to applying to your daily life could be harder
than you imagine. If I were to lose my sight and if I learned that I only have three days to
observe everything around me, I would’ve been so shocked at first. Perplexed and frightened.
Yet my answer about it wouldn’t be something…impossible. I would not want to see the Eifel
Tower or any part of Paris. I would not even think about Italy, and the inspirational view of
Venice, which they called “the bride of the sea”. No, I would’ve chosen to be the groom, in
this scenario. Surrounded by a black suit as dark as my thoughts and as the ferocious night is
about to settle, I would’ve gone straight into my house to spend some time with my family. I
would want to see my mother’s face. The heart-warming and compassionate look inside her
big hazel eyes that are glistening with a glimpse of sorrow. She may be the one to get affected
by my condition the most. I believe that if a child is feeling sad, a mother that is observing
their pain feels it two times harder in her heart. Because of that reason, it would be an
envelope from hell for me to forget the face of my family members. Our emotions are living
with us and it is undeniably hard to be immune to them. We cannot rip out the feelings that
are lying inside us. I would want to see things that are meaningful to me before I lose my
sight. I would want to go up to the hill that is close to the university and take my friends with
me. We would have watched the view up there by having a few sips from our beers. The view
is classical, a sunset. However, that is something personal to me. The glazing sun that is about
to disappear and trying so hard to reach out to the earth by sending its orange rays. The sunset
reminds me of both hope and nostalgia and I would have wanted to see it for the last time with
being right beside the people I love the most. It would not make me happy to see famous
monuments. I would want to see people and places that emphasize my personal life and
values. What would I want more than that?

Aside from all of the meaningful things, I may want to see some crowded places, just to
remember how it felt to see and be a part of the endless rush that is taking place all around
me. Or I may want to see my cat for the last time. Looking at her chubby face and having it
remembered may be something that I would want.
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