Blind.

Last night, I had a very interesting dream that made me a little bit nostalgic and also reminded me of my passions for knowledge. I realized that I should write about it now because the longer I let the day go by the further away from my dream I actually get. Basically, I was in my old AP English class (one of my favorites by the way) but the class seemed a little distracted. Honestly that was a bit out of the ordinary for us, because all the classes to be rowdy in, AP English wasn't one of them. Considering the extensive workload, we actually had a huge amount of fun there. My English teacher, whose name I will not reveal, had several funny and interesting ways to get us back on course whenever we kind of swayed in a weird direction. This particular time though, was more out-of-the-box than usual. I'm assuming it's because  dreams have creative license. In my dream, she went on to tell us a story about some person who was a savior to their town. That savior was blind, and despite his or her disability he or she went around town trying to educate others, cleaning the dirty and feeding the poor. She stopped in the middle of her weird story, smiled at us, and asked
"Which one of you hooligans wants to play the savior?"
Naturally , I raised my hand. That's who I was in high school , always eager and ready. I mentally prepared myself to make some sort of speech or declaration but instead, I was met with a heavy brush and a face full of white paint. At this point I was confused and even a little frightened. My teacher went on to say
"You can't see right now and you can't open your eyes, if you do you will get white paint in them. For all intents and purposes, you are now blind."
I sat there, mentally kicking myself for volunteering. My internal Beatdown was interrupted by my teacher saying
"You guys, If the Savior was here today , listening to you carry on about everything EXCEPT what we are supposed to be discussing , do you think he or she would be grateful for the gift of sight in this moment?"
Instantly, there was a jumble of shouting. With all the opinions unanimous that the Savior would indeed, be grateful for his or her long overdue gift of sight. Over the noise, my teacher's voice rose as she questioned me
"What about you Savior? Do you want your sight now?"
After a pregnant pause, I responded,
" Having my sight now , would be a terrible waste. If no one is making the conscious choice to fill and expand their mind with things they would have never known otherwise, therefore, choosing to hinder mental growth and societal progress, then there is nothing worth seeing. I'd rather be blind."
Shortly after hearing my answer on the matter, my fellow classmates decide to table their gossip and jokes for later, buckle down and get to work. That was the moment I woke up. I share this dream today, because even though it sort of creeped me out, it also made me smile. It reminded me, of my orating nature. It also showed me that with the right drive, society will eventually get to where it needs to be. We as a people just have to care enough.