They say eyes are the window to the soul. We all have them, whether blue, green, brown, hazel, or gray. We use them to see the world around us, to connect with others, with nature, with entertainment, and with art. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and our world is full of it, with almost 8 billion people on this earth. All live in their own unique human experience. But behind these eyes, we can see so much more.
A glimpse into the spirit and mind, their thoughts and feelings. Whether anger and hate or happiness and love. What secrets lie behind these eyes? What worries and fears, hopes and dreams, or past trauma they’ve yet to heal from? What life has been lived and seen through them, or is yet to be lived and seen? What stories are behind your eyes?
As people grow old, every feature of their faces changes, but never their eyes. The fire in people’s eyes keeps me warm, It’s the body part I always fall in love with. Eyes hold something powerful, I am beginning to understand why.
Eyes are quiet tellers. They don’t need words. You can hide behind a smile, bury secrets in your voice, or fold your hands into stillness, but your eyes? They always whisper what’s real.
A child’s eyes glow like the sun shining through windows. No curtains, no locks. When they’re happy, sunlight fills the room. When they’re scared, their gaze shrinks. You don’t have to ask, you just see. Adults learn to shade their eyes, but the truth still seeps through.
Watch someone lie. Their mouth says “I’m fine,” but their eyes flicker like a candle in the wind. Or when they’re angry, even if their voice stays calm, their eyes turn hot, like two sparks about to catch fire.
Love lives in the eyes, too. Not the loud, easy kind, but the deep, quiet sort. Friends who’ve known each other for years can share a glance across a room and laugh without making a sound. Lovers? Their eyes turn into magnets, pulling closer even when they’re trying to look away. Their gaze is incompatible.
Even strangers’ eyes hold stories. The old man sitting by himself in the diner, eating alone, his eyes are heavy, like stones in water. The girl laughing with her friends has eyes that sparkle, all confetti and glitter. You don’t know them, but for a second, you do.
Pets know this. Dogs tilt their heads, studying your eyes to know if you’re safe. Cats narrow their eyes, their slow blinking to indicate their trust for you. No words, just looking.
Eyes are mirrors, they show what’s inside you, raw and unedited. Joy lights them up. Grief turns them into rainy days. You can’t fake it. Try to stare straight ahead and lie. Your eyes will flinch, just a little, like a door slamming shut
Maybe that’s why we look down when we’re ashamed. Or why we close our eyes when we kiss, too much truth to hold. Next time you talk to someone, really look. Not at their clothes or their hands. Their eyes. You’ll see the cracks in their soul, the unsung songs, and the words they feared to say. And they’ll see yours, too. Eyes never lie. But are we brave enough to watch?
