After weeks of squinting and denying, I have decided to finally succumb. I officially need to start wearing glasses. Not that I have a problem sticking a plastic frame on my face, or even sticking lenses in my eyes… I just have a problem admitting that I can’t see clearly. It’s a problem that still pains many of us; more than just strain our eyes, blurred vision often distorts our thinking. We mistaken arrogance with confidence, greed with ambition, comfort with love, revenge with justice…
It’s ironic that we really don’t have eyes at the back of our head, because we tend to see things clearly once they have passed – rather than when they are right in front of us. Sometimes the very thing that we’re searching for is right before us, yet we look hither and thither, like bats in a cave.
I used to be of the belief that seeing is believing, but then I realized how much more accurate the other adage, “love is blind” truly is. Although many of us are probably guilty of falling into that trap, you can get out of it by simply removing the blindfold off your mind. Let’s face it, your heart and mind may never see eye to eye on certain things, but that divide is often what brings us to a clear 20/20.
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. At your local library they have these arranged in ways that can make you cry, giggle, love, hate, wonder, ponder, and understand. It's astonishing to see what these twenty-six little marks can do. In Shakespeare's hands they became Hamlet. Mark Twain wound them into Huckleberry Finn. James Joyce twisted them into Ulysses. Gibbon pounded them into The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. John Milton shaped them into Paradise Lost.
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