I now understand the meaning of seeing. I saw a lot of things. ⓐ were really beautiful. ⓑ were ugly. Those memories will stay with me for the rest of my life. Now, as a blind man again, I see a lot better than before. I think I'm happy without sight. I realized that we don’t really see with our eyes. We don’t need eyes to see the truth about ourselves, about others, or about life. We can see the truth ( ⓒ ) eyes.