What is Blind?

Hi! I came home just yesterday from Boracay. Right now I just came from driving school. Just had my orientation. Speaking of orientations, I had already gone through mine for the university I'm going to study in.

The topic I'm going to write about might seem uncharacteristic of me, but I want to add flavor to my blog. Isn't it always nice to have someone surprise you?

So, to surprise you, or not...

What is Blind?

First off, let's take it literally. What IS blind? Blind is a word used to describe a person who cannot see. Unfortunate fate. Miserable. Pitiful. For me, I feel bad whenever I see blind persons. I see them play instruments in groups. In front of them is a box with a hole on top so you can place coins in them. It's a heavy feeling to carry. (I do not know if this is right English)

Blind people cannot see, so they are basically unaware of what their surroundings look like.

Figuratively, a blind person is someone unaware of the truth. He is unable to see what is real, unable to see through lies. Unable to see through the clouded thoughts his enemies feed him.

Now, to substitute words. What is blind?

Judging from the first few statements, would you like to try and guess?

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Love is blind. Cheezy mayhem. True, but I have dreamed of writing about an abstract aspect of a man's personality. What a perfect topic to begin with. Though without true experience, I would like to share with you a product of my immense imagination and brilliance. While I may have used brilliance to look like it is for self glorification - it is a mere booster of confidence as I go along. (This is new territory for me, and maybe you can either help me do more or stop doing these topics by simply commenting, whether you are on my blogger or multiply.)

Again, love is blind. Whether you have used the dictionary definition or the figurative implication, I really don't care, we'll all arrive at one point.

Actually, true love is blind.

True love cannot see the faults and wrongs of its recipients. You can't truly love and say, "I love you, but I won't love you anymore if you change". Love pushes through even the darkest hour, because when you love someone, you love that person because you just do, not because you are forced to or because you found comfort in that person.

Love is blind when you love somebody and never really care about what he or she does. True love is only true love when it's blind, when you're prepared to accept personalities those below set the standards you once have set.

Love can only feel. It gives it's approval of true love when your heart feels light everytime your receiver responds to you. The heart is an organ inside our body and tot ake it figuratively, it only feels. It is never able to sense the outside of our system.

Figuratively, too, it's the reason why, if we look around, people who are dating eachother aren't always the prefect match. There you have it. Love is blind. That's why love stories have poor people fall in love with rich ones and vice versa. People with different religions fall in love. It doesn't really matter what people say for a love that's blind. There's not always an explanation.
Love is blind. It, too, is magic.