What I See

When I look into someone’s eyes that’s when I truly find out who they are. That’s when I can see their soul. Not everyone knows what I’m talking about. Not everyone can see it. Why am I cursed with this gift? Why does it have to be me? Now if you’re reading this I’m sure you think I’m crazy… well… maybe I am, but what if I’m not? What if everything I see makes sense to someone else? Just because you don’t understand me doesn’t mean someone else doesn’t. Let me explain to you what I see, then you can make your determination about whether or not I’m crazy.

I see so many people filled with pain and suffering. Those who are “happy” aren’t actually happy, because they don’t know what true happiness is. Those who are content with their lives, aren’t truly content, because they’re missing out on something. The people who aimlessly think that everything is alright are usually blindly walking into a deep depression. Or death. They’re slowly walking towards death. Not physical death but eternal death. God is here for us. Why is it that those who seem the happiest are in reality the saddest? This always seems to be true from my experiences. Very rarely do I find someone who is truly happy. I’m just left with one question. Why? Why is that? And… I… I don’t know.

The things I see in people differ from everyone else, because when I look at someone I notice everything about them. Maybe not all physical features, but when I truly look at someone I pick them apart and I look inside them. I look at their soul. I look at who they truly are. I don’t even need them to speak. If I’m analyzing them, it’s easy for me to tell. Some may think this is a great gift to have… well… I’d give it away in a heartbeat. It’s stressful. It’s unbelievably hard to keep an open mind with people. I know who they are. I’ve looked inside of them.

It’s hard to give them the benefit of the doubt because I’ve seen what thoughts go through their head. It’s not easy living with this so called “gift.” I often question what I see, because I often don’t want to believe myself. Only to be proven that I’m correct. Having this ability makes it incredibly hard to love someone. Especially when I see a beautiful girl and I really want to make myself love her, but I can’t because I know she’s not who she really is. Some people think that I’m wrong… well… those are the people that can’t see it. Those are the people that don’t see like me. I wish I could let someone walk in my shoes just for one day. Just one. Then they’d know. Then they’d understand how hard it is to have the ability to actually see people. Now ask yourself. Am I crazy?

-Kevin Kincanon