Write Anyway

“There is a lot of talk these days about vision. What do you think about it? Do you create vision boards? Do you have 20/20 vision? Have you seen a vision? Is there a ‘vision of loveliness’ in your life? How’s the view from where you are?”

Vision is such an interesting thing. I think a lot of people don’t take time to think about vision and exactly what it means for their lives.

Relativity says that the observer is important in that the frame of reference for the observer will change what the observer actually sees. Quantum theory says the observer or consciousness creates the reality.

Now that is food for thought, isn’t it?

You may think the whole thing very strange, but I think the power of the mind or the consciousness to be a great tool.

When I was younger, quite young, I had dark brown eyes just like my mother. Very dark. My father had blue eyes. While I didn’t want blue eyes, I absolutely hated having brown eyes. I didn’t have anything against them specifically, but it just seemed like me having brown eyes was somehow wrong. A mistake.

Above and beyond all, I wanted green eyes. I felt convinced that I should have been born with green eyes. I would look into the mirror sometimes and will my eyes to turn green, but that seemed so impossible given how utterly dark brown my eyes were.

I grew older. I got glasses because I’m nearsighted. Life went on and I forgot about how much I had wanted green eyes.

That is, until they started changing color.

I can’t tell you how long it took, but I can tell you that I have had hazel - not quite the green I was after as a child, but close - eyes since I was about fourteen years old. They turn a more vivid green when I cry.

Sometimes I wonder, if I wanted it enough, if I could turn my eyes blue. But part of me feels I can’t. Partly because of the cynicism brought with age. Partly because I know my eyes are supposed to be green. Or, at least, nearly completely green