I came, I went.
I could see, I was blind.
I was lost, I was found.
I was rich, I was poor.
I was the student, I was the teacher.
I had everything, I had nothing.
I looked at others, to others, rather than looking at myself.
I was the darkness, I was the light.
And while I was all this I was visible to some and invisible to others.
Despite all this, still I am…
The title for this is likely to offend some, but I ask, will the individuals offended by the title give any time to explore the words and content following it? Or will a multitude of assumptions simply be made?
This is not an easy question to ask. On the surface many of us would firmly reinforce the right to have an opinion and equally the right to express it.
In the West we live in what is deemed as a pillar of example for democracy and free speech. It is therefore very common to hear people proclaim they have a right to their opinion.
Have you ever gone to someone to ask “Do you believe in me?” or likewise have you questioned why people don’t believe in you?