Through My Lens
As a quick note: I was not intending to publish this, but I realized that I had never published anything fiction on Notes, and I was like, "Hey, I should get around to that someday." Well... Then my English Teacher really enjoyed it, and my mom was like, "Yeah! you should do that!" so I was like, "This kinda has a deeper meaning... ish. Maybe I'll do it." So apparently I am.
Through my lens, I’m
nothing of extraordinary beauty. Not really sleek, nor shiny with nothing
really graceful to look at. I’m in no way light, and quite frankly I don’t know
why anyone would take me anywhere. I’m heavy and made of a dark black plastic. What
fun is that really? I’m not so sure…
The only thing
extraordinary about me is the things I have gotten to experience. I’ve gotten
to see a mother caress her new born child for the first time. I’ve watched many
happy families, dancing couples, racing cars and seen many beautiful rolling
country sides. All of which, I have felt unworthy of, but have watched with
pleasure. I love seeing these things,
over and over. It fills me with great joy to watch many lifetimes pass
by—although I never feel worthy of it. I’ve never felt that this life is one
that I’m creditable to live.
The more I thought about this, the more complex this
issue became. When I am not in use, my life is pointless. I live blinded to the
world and to light, and then comes the light, and I am in use! There are many
adventures and grand gallivants across the country. Many things that I can see
and explore. Things that I never would have guessed could have happened to
me—they happened. Me and my heavy black case and cumbersome weight, used to see
and capture beauty? How mind boggling is that?
I have been told that I have a manual. That someone created
me to do a special job. That they made me with this overly large case to do
what I love to do most--To see the world and to watch the stars come out and to
watch the sun come up. I’m not sure why this person created me like this. I
would rather be small, sleek and fast. But I’m not.
Something like me
has the ability to witness this. To live, almost like a king in my black bag,
and to see so many gems of rare beauty. I love every moment of this. I love
looking through this lens, because through it so many amazing things have
happened. Living is a gift that I so often take for granted, just because I
don’t look the part. But I do have a purpose and a reason for existing. To help
capture this grand light and to pass it down through the generations. To help
people remember that they have had good times. So that in the bad times they
will remember the good, that the bad times will pass and there will be good days someday.
Even though I may
not look the best or the strongest, I was created to do something. Something
that is amazing and beautiful. And that is something I will hold dear, even if
the wind blows and I feel the need to shudder, I will still know that I have a
purpose! Because I do, and it’s amazing.
~Rachel Joy
