I’ve often wondered if all the hours I spent reading under the blankets with a torch when I was a kid contributed to my bad eyesight. I’m short sighted – I can’t see anything more than a few centimetres in front on my nose. Too vain to wear glasses, I have worn contact lenses since I was sixteen.
Well at least I used to wear contact lenses until a few years ago when I got Lasik eye surgery. I paid a surgeon to reshape the cornea of my eye with a laser, while I was awake and conscious of everything he was doing.
I can’t remember much of it though and it certainly wasn’t very painful. Aside from some initial pain once the anaesthetic wore off, my eyes were just uncomfortable rather than sore.
Now, I wake up every morning and I can see the world in perfect sharpness. I am grateful not to have to bother with lenses or glasses. I can see when I’m swimming and when I’m in the shower. Having perfect vision after all these years seems like a miracle.
I have noticed lately though, that I can’t read small text anymore. I’m glad to do most of my reading on a Kindle so I just increase the size of the text. For other things, I do that thing where you hold everything at arm’s length.
It occurred to me that having difficulty reading the small stuff might be a metaphor for aging. As we get older, it takes a much greater effort to focus on the small stuff. Things that used to drive us crazy, now seem petty and insignificant.
Life is too short to fuss about properly ironed t-shirts or how the towels are folded. Getting your own way isn’t as important as it once was. Needing to be right about everything has lost its appeal.
I don’t have any trouble seeing white cockatoos fly across an impossibly blue sky or the silver reflection of the moon on the ocean. I don’t need to squint to see the afternoon sun streaming in the window or the shadow cast by a tall palm tree.
I can see clearly now what is beautiful and important. The rest is just visual noise, and I’m happy to let that go.
This post is part of the April A to Z Challenge.
3 thoughts on “V is for Vision • #atozchallenge”
I used to read under the covers as well and I’m short sighted. I’m too afraid to consider Lasik though.
Don’t be afraid, it is SO worth it. My only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner.
It’s really a good stuff
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