A Gift That Cannot Be Returned

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.

But is he? Can he really see? Can he really understand? What is colour without words to express it?

Would he not simply just pretend he is also blind? Would he not be confused, depressed, alone?

Would he not be a freak, reviled by those who envy him, decreed as mad, as bad, as disturbed?

Gifts from our creator are complex. A man I knew once told me that what God gave him was a gift that he must take whole heartedly, without either fear or regret. He said I must do the same with my gifts, as must we all.

He died of that tumor. But I think he may have been right.