Eyes to See…
I have been wearing glasses for more than twenty years now. When I was first diagnosed, the optician told me he couldn’t believe my severe stigmatism hadn’t been picked up much earlier, as a boy at school.
I’ve worn all kinds of glasses since then. Chunky, wide frames (or so they seem now compared to what I’ve been wearing in recent years); small, thin frames; rimless frames, and now finally, I’ve succumbed to the fashionable, dark frames and slightly larger lenses.
In fact, I’m about to transition to varifocal lenses.
I’m hoping that first of all of course, I can make the adjustment to having three different lenses in one and that I won’t struggle to get used to them.
My real hope is that they will serve as a reminder to see the world around me in a fresh way.
So when I am in danger of getting frustrated by someone or a particular situation, I will be able to look a bit deeper and see where the real problem lies.
Or perhaps when I am under pressure and things that wouldn’t normally upset me are threatening to do so, I will be able to look at myself in an honest fashion and take a step back.
Regain my composure and be calm.
Most of all, that I can look deeper into the other person’s world and understand why they may be the way they are.
If I can do that, and stay focussed on the good in them, as well as the best parts of me, then the investment will have been well worth it.
One pair of glasses to help me see up close and examine the details.
The same pair that will help me focus on stuff that is far away but needs understanding.
And everything in between that is right in front of me that if I’m honest, is often the hardest to see clearly.