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Blindness in the dark

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When blinded by the dark one must always take extra care not to wander about aimlessly, lest she bumps into a stone wall, or steps on some nails, or anything of the sort.
A person blinded by the dark can only grope at anything they find, any leads from any source, be they good or bad. A voice in the dark can goad them to move forward without taking heed of anything under them. A flash of light may give them false hope that they are actually able to see, and again, throw caution into the wind.

Such is the nature of blindness.

When blinded by the dark, a person wandering aimlessly not only becomes a danger to herself, but to others as well. She is a juggernaut that crushes everything in her path, leaving only destruction in her wake... Until she actually pauses to reflect, and waits for the sunlight to come and guide her once more...

But usually by then, the only thing that she will see is the destruction she left behind.

'I was mislead' says she, with a heaving sigh.

'to have been blind only to be lead by the blind, have I'...

Comments

cT cHaN said…
yeay!!
first to comment..
sir, u know what,
been there, done that..
luckily, i found my way home..
saved from manipulative evil false light..
thank God 4 giving me the 2nd chance..
Princess Liyana said…
huhu..Sir..this entry can be analyzed..;)

from the discourse point of view..why the writer uses to repeat the word 'blind'..hihihi..to many times..;)
Abdullah said…
Liyana,
I see that Dr Ummul has taught you well... :)

Blindness causes people to act on impulse, usually resulting in knee-jerk reactions and jumping into conclusions :)
Abdullah said…
CT,

Very insightful...
Thank you for sharing :)
Princess Liyana said…
Well, she's the best!!;)

i hate people who tend to jump into conclusions without knowing the real story..;p..huh..well. i guess it's their nature then;p
missyizzati said…
er...u experienced some sort of blindness lately? em...i think. i'm in that phase right now. hehe

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