The signage reminded me of how easy it is to stumble and fall when one cannot, or is not, looking forward with clarity. Having first realised that I was struggling to see when I was eleven, the reality of needing assistance to see is very real. In the darkness, the neon sign stood out, illuminating my path, guiding me. It was a friendly reminder that does not get easier with time. I know I have accepted it reluctantly, always clinging to the wish that I had been blessed with perfect eyesight.
In the fresh light of a new day, I listen to Life’s whispers, each a reminder of a lesson for the day ahead.
Denial does not change any reality. I can hope, believe, and even assert that my vision is fine. In my heart, I know the truth. All the bravado and bluff that I can muster will not change my awareness. In my illusion, I put myself at risk. I ignore the wisdom that has been shared repeatedly across the generations. “Don’t press your luck by being bad, either. And don’t be reckless. Why die needlessly?” (Ecclesiastes 7.17). The alternative is both direct and straightforward, as it is difficult.
Assistance from a trusted source will bring better results. When I wear my glasses, the chances of stumbling and falling reduce dramatically. When I collaborate with Divinity, care is seen, kindness is found. When I work with my community, everyone rises together. There is immense potential in positive and constructive work that involves those who are part of our greater story.
Mistakes happen. For a host of reasons, I know I will fall short today. I may be able to see clearly. I could be open to the help offered and accepted. Yet, there will be potholes and curbs that I will inadvertently miss. I have come to appreciate that I do not need to waste any words or actions where I was less than my best. These moments are times of learning, doorways of growth.
Today is my time to show what caring is.
