"Worm's Eye View" by ARK

We have different eyes, and we stand on different grounds. There’s no surprise if we see things differently.

Yes everything around us is the same, and we live on the same world. But it’s amazing how we view things in so many different ways. I guess it’s just a matter of perspective.

Flying to school, I saw the roofs of various houses and infrastructures. The sight was common to me, for I always passed the same route. I always hovered over these buildings, and they never seemed to change. I saw rusty metal, dusty roads, and smoke floating towards the sky…well, towards me. I saw little people busy with their own burdens, minding each other very rarely.

But one day, a storm brewed. The sky I was once so comfortable with, was throwing tantrums. And I knew I couldn’t do anything to ease its anger. So I decided to do something very new to me. I walked.

I used the same route I always took- only this time it felt different. I was walking, not flying. It felt odd. The world I thought I knew wasn’t so familiar to me anymore. I saw things that were always there, but never passed my eyes. This was the worm’s eye view. 

I saw everything up close. The rusty metal roofs weren’t so visible but I saw the buildings that it sheltered. The dusty roads were so close to me, that my feet touched them. I finally saw where the smoke was coming from. And among all the things I noticed, I noticed the people. The little people whose existence I never really paid attention to-they were actually real. Everything was so close and so real. Everything felt significant, for I saw how everything worked.

There’s no wonder the rich people can’t see how much the poor suffer. They always have the bird’s eye view of everything. They only see roofs and little, unnecessary people who exist just for the sake of filling up the world. That’s a sad truth. Another sad truth is that some of the elites can see from the worm’s view. They only choose to ignore it.

But to the people below, they can only dream of seeing from a higher perspective. Some of them have stopped dreaming, and are content with how they see the world. But I guess it does feel good when everything you see has significance…something that not everyone sees…something only THEY can see. In a way, their point of view is the only treasure they can truly hold on to.