My eyes are wide open. I see where I'm going, I choose my next steps carefully, I calculate them in my head. One step in front of the other, what's so difficult to understand about that? You need to hold your head up high. Sometimes that's tough, sometimes you want your eyes not to meet others. Sometimes the floor is your friend. To look the world in the eyes is just difficult. If you do manage to hold your head up high, and walk, one foot in front of the other, confidently, there are other problems to face. Things get in your way. Some unmoving. You simply walk around them, avoid them. Some are more difficult, some are also moving, so you have to move to suit them, work out where to go to avoid them. For a short time they control your movement, that is of course presuming you are avoiding contact. You are in control though, really, deep down. You know it too. You choose where your feet carry you. What turns you take, to avoid danger. You. No one holds your hand and guides you, no one pushes you, it's down to you, so many people forget to hold their head up high, and that's only the first step.
I watched a show, where three people were blindfolded for a week. They were only allowed to take the blindfold off at night when they were sleeping. They were given a guide dog, some advice, and sent on their travels. They all had to reach certain destinations. Blindfolded. Holding their head high didn't matter. They couldn't see. They had to rely on their other senses, and the kindness of strangers, or not, as the case maybe. Now there are some obvious implications of this experiment. How transport doesn't cater for those with difficulties, how public places in general don't. Pardon the expression, but it was an eye opener.
The thing that touched me the most was these people relying on the help of strangers. When it was impossible for the dog to guide them, they asked the help of strangers, to lead them somewhere. They placed their trust in people they didn't know. Strangers as a whole, can usally be pretty nice people when you're in need of help, but the way some of the ways these people were treated was disgusting. One girl walked one of these blind folded people into a lamp-post, and thought it was funny. It was an accident, but it really shuck the blind folded lass up. She'd placed her trust in this person, because basically she had no other choice, and this person had done that. She wasn't expecting it, and then that happened, I think it was more shock than anything. I felt for her. I really did. Poor lass. We should all embrace the fact we can hold our heads up and see where we going. We rely on ourselves, and ourselves only. Hold them heads high folks.