I was convinced I saw a mongoose lying on the side of the neighbour’s garden but when I approached it turned out to be a shriveled coconut shell. There are many other ways that eyesight plays tricks. I’m not scientific so I won’t go into boring details of how the messages to the brain become slower as aging occurs. What I will say is that there are many times when this writer does not see at all, or sees when there is nothing to see.
Let me try to explain through a brain that is full of fog, or should I say Sahara dust (as we don’t get fog where I live in the Tropics).
I tend to be an inward judge often. I go over in my mind the why’s, what’s and how come’s, and then come up with superior ‘should be’s’ or ‘shouldn’t be’s’, almost giving a verdict before all the facts are known. If I could just get a little closer, see what is really there, instead of what seems to be there, and don’t assume. Things are not what they seem. Be more understanding and reach out … It costs nothing.
What I explained above is how I can be inwardly towards other people. Please don’t take it personally – my brain often does not work the way I want it to. Yet my heart … that, I seem to have more control over. Has my heart hardened over the years or am I just being true to myself? Is that cliche?
I get angry with me, but even that I squash. When I was little I would pound my chest when I had hiccups that would not go away, knowing it would just make them worse but frustratingly needing to do something. Is it time to start that again, or maybe just scream at the top of my lungs when no one is around?
I had set myself a goal to write a blog post every week but after three I have already skipped a week. I should not feel disappointed in myself, yet I do. That niggle of a voice inside shrieks ‘failure’, ‘to be expected’, ‘just give up now’, ‘you’re not proving anything’, but the writer’s heart says ‘Press On’, and I do.
Faulty vision? You be the judge.