The little voice in my head.
This one time, I was sat reading and I had the telly on in the background and Andrea Bocelli came on to do one of his songs. And I looked up from my book and watched him for a bit
He was wearing some kind of designer suit and looking cool as fuck with no tie like he’d just come in from a night out. And he’s a damn good looking bloke too. Women love him. He has money. He has fame. And that voice! Man alive, he can hold a tune.
And then, for the first time, I noticed that he was also blind. Despite the suit, the money, the women, the fame and the voice, he can’t see.
And a little voice in my head said, “Good.”
I’m not bitter.