The World as a Canvas
(I’d written this 1-2 yrs ago, posting it here so that I don’t lose it...)
The human mind is capable of wonderful things. Just one thought has the power to create or destroy cities, invent or abolish new creations, and create joy or sorrow in the minds of the people. Our mind is so powerful that it can influence the whole world. The reason that we are able to satisfy our wants and needs, and lead a sophisticated lifestyle is because our mind had the power to lift us from the Stone Age to a better and safer world.
Scientists have established the fact that the human brain is the most complicated object in the world. It is greater than anything that neither nature nor mankind could ever create. So, imagine if one could see every beautiful thought that anyone has ever had in the world, like one giant tapestry. It would certainly be the most astounding masterpiece in existence, which no artist could ever reproduce perfectly. You might expect this phenomenal ability to occur to a great artist or creator but no, this happened to a very ordinary person, who lived a life just like you and me, with no extraordinary abilities or experiences.
Since the time you were a child, society imposes their beliefs on you. You are expected to grow up, get a job. Have a kid, and that’s it. But the truth is, the world is way stranger than that. It’s so much darker, and madder than our wildest imaginations. And it is the best thing we could ever experience. So, what happened to this ordinary person with this extraordinary ability? What happens when our normal, day-to-day lives collide with an exceptional world, where anything can happen? Read on to find out.
The skies were grey, and the trees were ever so green, in a town where nothing unique ever happens. The families who lived in this suburban area led their day-to-day lives with a dull, monotonous upbringing, which they accepted as a permanent lifestyle. This way of living had been passed down for generations. Little did they know that one person could change everything about that town, attain fame and wealth, and remain immortal in the minds of the people around the world.
If you could peek into a window of a honey-coloured house in this town, you would see an eleven year old child sleeping peacefully near the cradle of her baby sister. Today was the day she’d discover her true potential, and her unique abilities. It was early morning, and Clara rubbed the sleep out of her eyes to wonder what she would do today, as it was her summer holidays. She loved to draw and paint; she was passionate about it. But she didn’t know what to draw. As it would turn out, she would find plenty of inspiration for art today.
The first thing Clara did every morning was to check on her baby sister each morning, once she woke up. As she stood on tiptoes to see her sister, an extraordinary sight greeted her eyes. The baby had a bluish glow around her, the lightest turquoise shade, with silvery speckles and bright golden sparks. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, it did not frighten or confuse her. Instead, she marveled at the sheer beauty and purity of the baby, and her content smile as she slept, with no worry or sorrow, just bliss and happiness.
Later that day, she went to the park to see something just as astounding as what she saw this morning. There were colors everywhere – strokes of rosy pink in the most intricate patterns, enveloping the mothers taking care of the children; bright lemon yellow sparks surrounding the children like fireworks; an emerald glow around the kids taking care of the plants in the park; a jarring crimson streak on a toddler who got hurt – Clara was fascinated by the masterpiece in front of her. She needed no assistance; intuitively, she understood that she was able to see people’s thoughts and feelings, and she felt blessed to experience this, she could see people’s joy and sorrow, their love and hate, their triumphs and failures. However, this did not make her feel powerful or triumphant; instead she felt humble and honored to live in such a beautiful world.
She saw several of these marvelous sights when she went shopping with her mother, her friends at the summer camp, at her dining table, and she was enjoying every second of it. She couldn’t sleep at night; she sneaked into her mother’s room and she saw waves of navy blue washing over her mother, clearly showing that she was at peace. Eventually, she was extremely exhausted and she went to sleep, all tired and physically strained.
When she got up the next day, everything looked normal….she had lost the ability! Then onwards, every day, she’d wake up, hoping that she’d regain that talent. She drew masterpieces based on what she saw that day, and they would sell for lots of money. But still, she was sad because she couldn’t see the world the way she did when she was eleven. She started to lose faith that it was an ability, and she assumed that that experience was just a dream.
She took a long time to realise that it was her thought that mattered, and that she did good things for the world by being intellectually and creatively unique, and therefore making her town famous, and creating a new art form. She made a difference, brought hope to the world, and that’s what counted. She understood what her life was trying to convey – some people live more in twenty years than others do at eighty. It is not the time that matters. It’s the person.
(And yeah, I had ripped off Doctor Who quotes in some places, and used my knowledge of synesthesia a bit...)