Softened focus

I’ve worn glasses for many years. I had slight correction at first. Mostly I needed them for reading. I could take them off at any point in time and carry on without missing much.

But with the passing of time, the level of correction has increased and I’ve found I need them more and more. This seems problematic. And it’s particularly bothersome because it brings up my concerns about aging.

But, as I readjusted my glasses this morning, just before beginning to write, another thought occurred to me: what if this “loss of eyesight” could be considered differently? What if, rather than losing another thing to age, this could instead be considered a softening of focus? What if this could be a gentle tendency to let some of the harsh lines of reality melt into a less severe structure? A way to let go of some of my constant need to know every detail about everything all the time . . . to just let go and be present without managing it all?

This is a strange consideration, given every high definition screen and retina display that competes for market share.

I’m not suggesting we relinquish correction, flinging glasses aside and bombing through the day. But rather than bracing against this, or finding ourselves reminded of just another way that we are getting old (and all the baggage we’ve let that mean), maybe there is something wise to notice.

Maybe for a few minutes today, I can remove my glasses and encounter the world in this softened view. I wonder what I might notice as I allow this level of eyesight to be present for a time.

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