Diamond Eyes

There is no diamond or jewel in the world that sparkles brighter than a woman’s eyes when she is in love. 

You can see it if you look. The familiar glimmer of hope that they are the one, the look of total devotion and content.

It makes me smile to see it.


Staring in to the distance.

There is woman who sits across from me, no older than mid thirties. She stares in to the distance seemingly detached from the world and her surroundings. She wears a deep blue dress that stands out from the crowd, but no one it seems notices this.

Her hair is a dark red and her eyes emerald green, her disposition fascinates me. I have not seen look like this before, it is almost a look of longing. As I glance over she does not notice, she is totally absorbed in her own world. I wonder what she is thinking?

I see a mark on her ring finger where a ring once used to sit, she touches the space while staring off in to nothing, is she divorced or widowed? It’s clear that what ever her past that ring that is no longer present was of great significance.

Suddenly her expression changes, she smiles, stands up and leaves the coffee shop. Just like that someone so lost in thought returned to the world of conscious thought, put on her mask and continued her life. I will never know the story behind the missing ring, I will only know that it had a deep meaning and that what ever the reason she was never the same after its removal.

I guess its not what we see that tells us the most about a person, nor is it what they say. It’s what we don’t see or hear that matters the most.

It’s what we don’t see or hear that tells us the story of where someone what been and where they are going.

If woman ruled the world…

I have been thinking, what if woman ruled the world would we learn? Or Would the same problems still arise because just like before because no one every really wants to listen.

Men are brash and value themselves highly we never listen and just plow on through, but woman, they speak and their friends listen. Some are strong and wise, they will help for no other reason except because they feel they should. Others will listen and steer the conversation towards their own problems, and a few will let themselves be used, simply because they want to feel needed, valued, wanted…

Watching how woman interact is fascinating. They are attentive, caring and selfless, but with a reason, none of them want to be seen as bad by those they consider of a similar ilk, many of the smiles seen are mere pleasantries, nothing more than a curtsy. I wonder what their ulterior motives are?

What is my logic for this thinking? Because every woman who asks me why I decide to help people and shoulder a burden always say “Why would you do it? What’s your reason?”. This serves as proof to me that there is always something more, we judge based on how we see the world, Perhaps it’s seeking approval, compassion, trust or companionship, I’m not sure yet.

If woman ruled the world I feel we would face the same problems we do now, with the only difference being a deepened sense of empathy for their fellow compatriots.

Men need to learn empathy and woman need to learn their own value.