Before you read this, I need you to do one thing: watch The Giver. It’s on Netflix. Even if you’ve read the book. It’s not the same, I need you to watch this movie. If you go on reading this blog, you may not really understand what I am trying to convey to you. And I want to pass this feeling onto you. Because it’s riveting. It is important.
I read The Giver in middle school. It was a neat book, one that ventured into something abnormal from my then-current educational reading. Before that, it was all love stories and fairy-tales. This time, this book…. this was a whole new possibility. At the time we didn’t realize it, but all of the 7th graders that were reading that book were learning that there were or could be other worlds, other reasoning behind things, other weird concepts that were once unknown to them.
I just watched The Giver and my mind is racing so fast that I’m not even sure what to type right now. It’s as if a breath of the freshest air you could think of has been inhaled and then exhaled out of me. That first day of spring or summer, and you walk outside. And there’s the slightest breeze so that when you inhale, you smell this certain smell. Maybe it’s honeysuckle or fresh-cut grass. It’s like you smell the leaves changing color. The flowers blooming. You know that the season has changed. That is what this movie feels like. This movie was incredible. Amazing. Insanely refreshing.
Why all the adjectives? You’d know if you had just watched it instead of reading on like I told you not to……Jerk. No no, carry on then. JUST RUIN IT FOR YOURSELVES.
Imagine a world where there were no feelings.
Imagine if you could identify objects, you could touch them, but you could not feel emotion towards them.
You saw no color. You didn’t know what red, blue, yellow, green, or orange were. Everyone’s vision was monotone. Everyone was the same. The same race, no religion, no other ethnicity. Just two sexes, all Caucasian people. Nobody is to be too different.
Can you imagine? If all the above were true, and yet more. If there were no such thing as music. And you can’t use adjectives that were too vivid. You have to speak a certain way are restricted to certain words or terms. There is no slang, no foreign language. Just English.
If you could not feel, you wouldn’t know love. You wouldn’t understand loss, or death. Nobody was ever sad. Discontent maybe, but not sad. Not depressed. Not terrified. Never those.
Imagine a place where a person just isn’t a person. No individuality, no feeling. Just going about their days as they were taught. All the same, like robots.
And after watching this, I can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of gratefulness. How absolutely SPECTACULAR and BREATHTAKING and MESMERIZING it is to not only hear things like music and sound, but to feel them. To feel the emotion and memory that it brings us. We see color, everyday. All these beautiful shades of things called color. We can see this, and even feel things when we see these things.
Death, loss, and grieving. The darker emotions that we can feel. They may not be enjoyable. But don’t you think that maybe, if all we ever felt was contentment, it would be the same as having no true emotion? We would know no difference in emotion if we just had one single emotion, all the time, forever.
With these opposing things and different emotions, we can feel not only the emotion itself but the gravity and intensity of it. The fact that we have feelings of grief and loss, make us appreciate the feelings of happiness, love, and joy.
Our senses are a necessity. They make us who we are. They keep all of us different, but also the same. We are different in our feelings about concepts but we are the same in that we can both feel those things. We can relate. And that’s what human nature is about, right? Being a part of something. Being included. Having something in common. We don’t want to be the same, but we want to relate in some way. We want to learn from others’ differences and maybe that would inspire us to be something else if we wished.
So I am utterly thankful. I am thankful that I can hear, see, touch, and taste. But I am most, most grateful that I can feel.