If you were raised similarly to me, it implies that you were brought up in a religious environment, which also suggests that you were shielded from the realities of the world. Blind to the crimes we hide and deaf to the cries of the suffering, put down your bias, hold onto your phones and listen attentively, open your mind to grasp my message. Keep reading, my dear ones, as it holds significance.
For the majority of our lives, we have kept our eyes closed tightly, preventing us from witnessing the world in flames around us. Our home has been encroached upon and will continue to be unless we open our eyes. Fearing the unknown, we engage in battles with our eyes shut. Regrettably, we direct our aggression towards the wrong foes - our own kin - We choose to fight against them instead of protecting those who are defenseless.
We have a tendency to love intensely, so much so that it can overwhelm both the ones we love and our doubt filled hearts filled. Criticism is hard for us to accept, yet we are quick to criticize our brethren. Like blind little sheep, we seek out the comfort of the familiar, failing to recognize those who are truly family. We are easily misled by rewards, striving for a position in the hierarchy of master's most cherished pets. We are blind, unable to see the beauty that resides in our resilience from past challenges; our strength endures. Our dwelling should be a sanctuary, not a place of judgment, but it has become so stifling, prompting many of us to leave, only to yearn for its embrace and warmth then try to return. However, by then it's too late, as we no longer feel at home, making our return seem almost criminal.
We follow and follow constantly, believing it leads to salvation, we unknowingly condemn everything to destruction. How can we seek redemption while causing suffering for others on this earth? Do we truly understand the concept of safety? In our own homes, many of us are vulnerable as we are like defenseless little sheep, unable to protect ourselves but capable of evading responsibility. We once resisted the invaders only to assume their positions of power and oppress our own people, placing them at the bottom of the social hierarchy.
Little blind sheep, obstinate in their blindness yet convinced of their sight. Obsessed with small triumphs granted by the elder sighted sheep, a defeat we refuse to acknowledge and vehemently deny. Experiencing joy when the larger sheep heed our calls, labeling us exotic, we grin with joy. They are kinder now, we have ascended in status, content with our position and complacent submission. If any of us dares to open our eyes, we quickly shut them, fearing the unsettling experience of seeing for the first time when the illusion shatters.
Little blind sheep, when will you open your eyes?
When will you, little blind sheep, open your eyes?
Since you were never blind, why can't you see?
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