I am The Ringing In Your Ears. In the beginning, I didn’t understand. Who does understand their life purpose in the beginning?
You recognise me, but you don’t know me. You hear me, but you don’t feel me. I was born as a whisper and the creator of the universe talked to me.
He told me that I had a small purpose in this life, but that he couldn’t tell me what it was. He told me my job was to talk to people when they damaged their ears.
In the beginning, I saw myself as a mere warning sign. All I was, or ever will be, was the ringing in your ears… But I still hoped for more…
One day I went to a man’s ears. He had been at a concert all night and stepped outside to feel the afternoon light on his face.
I don’t normally work during the day, but this man really damaged his ears.
His eyes were closed, but The Eyelids talked to me.
“Why do you look so sad?” They asked.
“Because, I have no purpose.”
The Eyelids looked surprised.
I told them I had nothing to be happy about. Eyelids rolled their eyes.
The Eyelids said to me, “We know how you feel. We thought our only job was to bring darkness to people. But, we were wrong. This man is not in darkness. He is in a light so beautiful… A light that is only possible because of us.”
I looked at the mans face. He was seeing something through closed eyes.
“Who is there with you?” I asked.
The Bright Orange Light smiled and faded away as the man opened his eyes. The Eyelids explained:
“You see, we are the only ones who let him see our love. The Bright Orange Light comes out only because we exist in such harmony with the sun. And The Warmth, The Warmth lingers still. Would you like to meet her?”
I slowly approached The Warmth on The Eyelids.
It indeed was beautiful.
“Why do you cry?” They asked.
“I do not know my purpose.”
The Eyelids said goodbye to the warmth.
“Your purpose is to bring a lasting light and a warmth to mankind.”
I looked through my tears at The Eyelids. They smiled back at me.
“You trigger memory… Every time a man experiences music so wonderful that he damages himself listening to it, you come along and remind him of that wonder. Last night, this man met the love of his life. You ring in his ears and remind him of the music which, in turn, reminds him of the woman.
“You are a pinhole to a shining light. You are vehicle to memories that we can never see.”
I whispered to the man. I warned him about damaging his ears. The man smiled and I found my purpose.
– By Randall Evans.
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