I was given an elixir this morning… This magic potion promised to heighten, sharpen, perfect whatever sense I was concentrating on the most when I drank. Sounds great, right? Unfortunately, the warning label in super fine print on the back said that all the other senses would be dulled as a result.
My immediate instinct was to drink it down anyway. I’ve been struggling with poor eye sight since I was in elementary school. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to see without the aid of glasses or contacts, without the star bursts at night, without numbers and letters swirling in front of me due to my astigmatism? Wouldn’t it be wonderful to finally be able to see what everyone else is always pointing at and talking about?
I brought the bottle to my lips to knock it back, but as I started to tilt it I caught a whiff of a rather unpleasant odor coming from it, and that made me wonder what it would taste like, and what it would feel like as it ran passed my tongue and poured down my throat. I shivered at the thought and gulped audibly, the sound reverberating in my head. I pulled the potion away from my mouth.
I like being able to hear. It let’s me know what all is going on around me that I can’t see. I like being able to smell. The good smells are tied to memories (the oceans, the mountain trees) and the bad smells let me know when something isn’t right. I like being able to taste. There is nothing like having a buttery filet melt in my mouth, and if something doesn’t taste right I can spit it out before I do myself harm. And if I dulled my sense of touch, then would I be able to lift the little prince and hoist him over my head? Would I be able to feel him tugging at my shirt when he wants to be held tighter?
I couldn’t risk dulling any of my other senses just to see again. I set the potion aside. It wasn’t for me.
I kept it just in case I found out later it would give me a super power like x-ray vision, or laser sight, or something else awesome. Then it would definitely be worth drinking…