Month: June 2022

What is Cataract?

Cataracts are a natural part of aging where the eye lens becomes cloudy giving blurry vision, halos around light, vision problems in bright light and trouble to see at night. This happens in the lens of your eyes and can happen in both eyes  blurring vision at different rates. Cataracts aren’t life threatening and do not damage your health only your vision. Some babies are born with cataracts and some develop them when they are older or when an injury changes the tissue. 


“Think not those faithful who praise all thy words and actions; but those who kindly reprove thy faults.”

Do not think for the people who praises their words but those people who question what is being said

“Do it because it’s in your heart. Not because you want something in return.”

Do something because you love not because you want something back

Socrate was born in Alopece in 470 bce and was a Philosopher but before that he was just a normal person who had a basic Greek education as well as learning his father’s crafts. Socrate worked as a Mason before becoming a philosopher, at the age of 45. He contributed to ancient Greek Western philosophy. Socrates died sadly near 399 BC at the age of 71 and was forced into suside by poisoning where he drank poisonous hemlock. The reason being was because he was found guilty of corrupting youth and he didn’t have any reverence to the gods. Socrates chose to drink the poison as it was his last lesson for his pupils.


A gentle fall of a colorless flake falls through a raging breeze of a chilled atmosphere. I take crunchy chaotic steps into a deserted alleyway. Through Inky isolated windows  and elderly fractured buildings, I spot rusty missing posters of children. A graffiti wall of unknown names is to my right. I write my name with a small piece of crumbly chalk making a horrible screeching sound, like nails on a chalkboard. A squeaky sound behind me has turned with confusion. I slowly walk closer. I step on the crispy snow and touch the fogged glass there it is, the doll that looked exactly like me down to every detail. I blink for a second, the doll vanishes, I try to open the door yet it won’t budge. I take a packed snowball into my hands. I fling the cloudy looking, meatball shape onto the door  with anger. I stomped my feet and walked away. An Intense creaking noise catches my attention. The door was slowly wide open. “Should I go in?”

I decide to go in, I look 360 around the gloomy room. A million beady eyes stare at my every move. My soaked rubber shoes lean onto the not so perfect tiles, making a sound. Many vintage or creepy objects with clingy spider webs in a cramped area. I glance at the doll, I tumble on a wooden toy bike it zooms and aims at the large door, the toy is desperate. The door closed before it could escape. I turn around and the doll is missing again. I wonder “how” I seek for the doll. I try to find a doll everywhere. Finally I spot the doll on the rustic shelf next to a very old doll. I slowly pull myself up to the stiff sofa. The sofa creaks, the toy bikes continue to bang.I remove my gloves and reach for the doll. “Almost there” then zap!

My whole life flashes in a heartbeat an ebony landscape and my silent screams my startled look and the blinding luminous light. Baby dolls in uncomfortable positions with gigantic grey meaningless eyes. I breath heavily,  a plastic sheen over my eyes, “where am I”, “what happened?” *Click* *click* I try to look around. Unpleasant squeals on the toy stand. It is a strawberry blonde looking doll with a comfy long printed dress. It was their next victim.