The Way I See

Being dyslexic is not just about words on a page; it is about perceiving the world differently.

It means living in the present moment, one step at a time, absorbing the surroundings and slowing it down,

and understanding reality through an unfiltered, deeply felt experience.

I do not just see; I live the symphony of light and shade. I do not just read; I sense the rhythm beneath the words.

Dyslexia has shaped my way of thinking, not as a limitation, but as an opening to something deeper.

While others may focus on structure and logic, I thrive in the fluidity of perception.

I notice the spaces between things, the patterns that emerge when nothing seems to align.

In that space, there is truth, my truth, my own freedom.

To be free, to truly be, is to exist beyond the emotional constructs imposed by society.

It is to shed the layers of expectation and return to an intimate connection with oneself.

Art creates that moment, that bridge between what is known and what is felt.

It does not ask for understanding in the conventional sense; it asks for presence.

It is not about knowledge or comparison. Not about what we have been taught or conditioned to believe.

It is about how we feel, how we allow ourselves to feel.

To be sensitive. To listen, not just with our ears, but with our hearts. To touch, not just with our hands, but with our souls.

I do not experience life in straight lines. I experience it as a symphony, where thoughts, emotions,

and sensations move as one, unfolding in ways that cannot always be explained, only lived.