Black, very black black. This colorless color is pure and profound.
The darkness weakened my vision, but it sharpened my hearing. This sharp nerve runs straight to the heart, and the slightest sound can cause the heartbeat to suddenly change rhythm. I hear the woman next door whining about the man for having a bad sex life, I hear the heavy footsteps of children jumping and running upstairs, I hear a serious news bulletin coming from someone’s TV, I hear someone chopping meat again, and the clatter of a kitchen knife on the chopping board seems to be a beat for the newsreader. My heart rate gradually returned to its normal frequency. I tried to open my eyes, but it was still dark.
From this moment on, I was blind.
Wake up and open your eyes, in fact, and closed no difference. I felt around. Nothing was there. From memory, I figured out the direction of the toilet. Down to the ground, open hands grope, I touched the cabinet, wall, door frame, open the door, lift foot into the toilet, low body grope toilet lid, open, unfasten pants just want to spray, think about it or sit excretion will be safer some. In the process of washing, I knocked over the cup holding the toothbrush, the toothpaste squeezed I do not know how much, the facial wash in my face rubbed out a round of foam, they produced, burst, just like I had a dream.
Three days, if let me lose three days of light, I may be very calm. I would enjoy the stillness of the darkness, and I would think of every moment since I could remember, the people I knew, the places I went, the things I experienced, the books I read. Three days of darkness isn’t that long, but what if it’s a lifetime?
For people with dreams, the loss of light is no different from the loss of dreams, and our author Helen Keller thinks so. She experienced the most real human temper, disappointment, confusion. If it had not been for a governess named Sally who opened the window of her heart, I don’t think many people in the world would have known Helen Keller.
The content structure of the whole book is very simple, without too much character relationship and ups and downs of the plot setting. But it is this simplicity that presents a different kind of beauty.
Helen Keller also uses the prose narrative style, if you ask me, it is pure “emotional truth”. This emotional truth of hers is not the common kind of borrowing things to metaphor people, writing about stones and teapots, writing about clouds and summerhouses. What touched me about Helen Keller was her spontaneous, unintentional but touching expression.
In the process of reading, Helen Keller used a lot of contrast techniques, so that I was not grateful for their own health, lamenting the author’s misfortune. Although she finally succeeded through her own efforts, I did not feel happy at all.
She heard the tsunami of cheers and applause as she received her award, but she could not see how brightly colored the lights were shining down on her. She had heard so many voices, both familiar and unfamiliar, come to congratulate her, but she did not even know what they looked like. She had received all the honors in the world, but she did not even know that her eyes were lined with fine lines. If someone had asked her if she would trade all the glory of her life for three days of light, I think she would have said without hesitation, “Yes.”
Today’s introduction of Helen Keller this “If give me three days light” is not to inspirational nor to chicken soup.
We all have eyes. We all see. But we all live as if we were blind.
Think about what you’ve done with your eyes, not too far. Just remember three days ago. Work, watch TV, play games, check your phone, etc. What do you see? Remember?
Heavy work let you keep rubbing your eyes but efficiency is very slow, the TV series you moved to tears but think carefully seems to be nothing, the pleasure of the game let time imperceptibly passed 4 hours but your IQ did not improve, mobile phone apps let you browse simply can not stop but seems to forget what have seen, please have a harvest?
Well, maybe you’ll say I’m happy! Okay, whatever makes you happy. Would you do any of this if you had three days to see?
You may say how can there be so much productive things in life? Helen Keller’s attitude was: “One should have a strong sense of urgency about life. Without such an attitude, it is possible to see nothing at all, though sound; With this attitude, people will find a Brave New World opens up before them.” Her attitude, so to speak, affected my life.
The sense of urgency for life makes me cherish the passage of time all the time. The sense of urgency for a long time even makes me have the pathological pressure of severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. I know this can’t be a good thing. On the other hand, I just felt a trace of Helen Keller’s persistent love for life and genuine yearning for all the beautiful things in life. What the fuck “the world is not worth it”, dare say this sentence at least have to cut out the eyes.
In the age of network, all kinds of people, fancy things constantly wash our visual nerve. Fast food browsing and reading is hard for me to agree with. In this environment, fewer and fewer people like to think. Other people’s ideas take the place of your own. Other people’s opinions become your own opinions by osmosis. You nod “yes” to an article written by someone else and give it a thumbs up. You don’t have to walk the heart, but can we walk the head?
I know my article won’t change anything. After all, only a few people can see it. Then give it to the friends who pay attention to me, I hope you cherish the time, cherish their healthy body, in the carpe diem at the same time, take time to close your eyes to think about those things worth thinking about. If you had three days of light, what would you do with it?
The first post of 2019, for myself. I hope I can go on the road of learning and thinking seriously, and hope that my eyesight will not strike because of a long time of reading.
It’s good to see.
