Ahmad Al Charif

I see dead people.

And to those of you who are familiar with the hit movie “The Sixth Sense”, starring Bruce Willis, i assure you i am not quoting the movie. Though it happens to have a weird connection with what i am trying to explain here.

I see dead people everywhere, walking the earth. Attempting to live what they perceive to be a full life, but failing miserably. I see them struggle on a daily basis, as they try over and over, to live a normal life, which they clearly fail to achieve.

I see them clinging to material things, and objects, that they hold dear to their hearts. Even though in reality these things make little; if not no significance at all, in the grand scheme of things.

I try not to see them, i swear to you. I try really hard to shut them out, to let them be in this universe of theirs, engulfed in their daily tedious and soul numbing routines. I look the other way, whenever i encounter these poor misguided souls, as my heart weeps for their total and utter lack of sense of existence, but still my eyes disobey me. And there are far too many to overlook.

I cannot help but see them, chase after things of irrelevance, and run around in circles while the few living go about their normal lives. My soul reaches out to them, as i relentlessly try and point out the error of their ways, and show them the way back home.

I fail too many times. More than i care to admit, but i fail because they refuse to acknowledge their realities. I still try, never the less.

Some people say that this, unachievable task will be the end of me. But i refuse to surrender, or to put it more precisely, i don’t know how. I have hope, still. That One day, i Will prevail.

I see dead people. I see them everywhere, all the time.

Problem is, they don’t know that they’re dead.