Clear forest in glasses on the background of blurred forest
Once upon a time, there was a girl who couldn’t see. She had to wear glasses at a time when glasses weren’t fashionable but bullying was.
The girl suffered repeated indignities and felt shame for her shortcoming. She would dream, as children do, and wish fervently upon stars, that one day her sight would be restored. She knew she was hoping for a miracle and that miracles were only slightly more likely than the existence of unicorns. But desperation never cares about odds.
Years later, doctors discovered a way to correct nearsightedness. But the girl was too afraid to have her eyeballs sliced. The risk of a bad result horrified her more than glasses ever did. Besides, she was older now, and the bullying had softened.
When advancing age made it difficult to hide behind contact lenses, the girl decided that the desire to have her vision corrected was greater than her fear of the sole solution.
Forty years of blurriness were erased in 15 minutes. The girl rejoiced and paid homage, for her lifelong wish had finally come true. She could finally see her world without a lens and it was alarmingly beautiful.
As the healing process began, the girl realized that she had recovered something more valuable than her sight. She was able to reclaim a slice of herself that had long ago been severed – a part that she couldn’t love. Her soul smiled and inner peace was restored.
The girl could see clearly, not just outside of herself, but inside too. She saw the way in which emotional pain can take up residence inside a person and cloud their vision, making them believe that they are incomplete, damaged, unworthy, or unlovable. This awareness made her sad and regretful. So she promised herself that she would keep looking, keep discovering, and keep sharing all that she could now see.
Chaos & Clarity 