If I woke up one morning and discovered that I was invisible, I would be confused at first. I would rush to the mirror to confirm my suspicion and wonder if I would ever become visible again. After struggling with my thoughts for a few minutes, I would smile because, while growing up, I used to imagine things like this. I would use this opportunity for fun and to show a little kindness.
I would start by tricking my family, moving plates, blinking the lights, and opening and closing doors. They would be so frightened! I know my mum would start praying and saying, “I cast you, demon!” without knowing that I was behind all the mischief. 😂
After having my fun, I would help the elderly people in my neighbourhood by cleaning their houses and leaving some money on their tables. I can imagine how happy and confused they would be when they discovered the surprises.
Next, I would visit my friend. I would knock loudly on her door, and she would rush outside, only to find nobody there. Unknown to her, I would have already entered the house and would leave funny notes for her to discover. I can only imagine how confused she would be!
I would also play harmless tricks on strangers by making their ice creams mysteriously disappear or moving their food when they weren't looking. They would be left wondering what was happening. 😂
As the twenty-four hours approached their end, I would return home, thinking about everything I had done and smiling to myself. However, I don't think I would want to remain invisible. The thought that nobody could see me or even know I existed would be confusing and lonely.
In the end, I would realise that although invisibility would be exciting, being seen, loved, and connected to others is far more valuable. Image from my camera