I took my glasses and rubbed them with the towel. Putting them on, the world was clear to me. Focused now, but it’s open. It hurt, with the bright, sharp, vivid features.
Here I can see the interpersonal conflicts so clearly. There in the far corner are the issues that I need to deal with. To my right, the endless raging emotions call to me.
In that second, I pause and reflect through my clear glasses so designed to correct my high myopia.
I switch to the polarized tinted sunglasses. No myopia correct. The world is now fuzzy and unclear. But it’s brighter now. A full sepia hue of an era past.