Attendee Type
Masked Guest
Created
2025-02-23 14:57:00.984 -0600
Observation
One day, all was clear.
Then my vision blurred.
A surgery meant to fix me almost stole my sight.
I feared I’d never see my daughter’s face again.
But I fought.
Another surgery, another chance.
I reclaimed my vision, not just with my eyes, but my life.
9 months ago, life tested me again.
An emergency C-section. A heartbeat caught between light and loss.
I survived.
Now, I paint with hands that touched the edge,with eyes that knew darkness.
Their fire fuels me.
In the masquerade, I stand bare
I am light
Response 1
Some paths are unknown, yet we walk them. Some memories fade, yet they shape us. Pain may be a friend, but so is love; and love never truly leaves. For Josh, and for all those who still walk with us in ways we cannot see.
A beautiful tribute and song!
Response 2
The paradox: a challenge and a gift, exhausting yet miraculous. We give life, only to watch it take its own path, shaping a world beyond our understanding. Maybe that’s the answer creating something greater than ourselves, even without having the answers
Response 3
A council decides, but does it dictate fate or unveil it? Is it written, or shaped by the choices of others? Perhaps the real question is not ‘Why me?’ but ‘Why now?’. The council watches… but who watches them?
Revision
I don’t paint for approval, but to be light. Hoy, mi hijo dijo ‘Mamá’ por primera vez. La luz siempre vence a la oscuridad.