People. I have always had a strange relationship with people’s eyes.
For a long time, I found it difficult to look straight into them. Not because I did not care. Maybe the opposite. Maybe because eyes say too much. They reveal things words try to hide. Pain. Tenderness. Fear. Pride. Loneliness. Sometimes even a whole story in one second. Looking into someone’s eyes has never felt like a small thing to me. It feels almost like entering a room without knocking. Like standing too close to something true. So I often looked away. Not out of disrespect, but because I could feel too much, or because I did not know what to do with what I saw.
With time, I started to understand that this discomfort was also a form of sensitivity. Some people look at eyes and see a face. I look at eyes and feel a world. And maybe that is why I have always been both drawn to people and a little afraid of them. Maybe we all carry that paradox. We want to be seen, but being truly seen is unsettling. We want closeness, but truth at close range can shake us. Eyes do that.
