I look through tinted glasses,
I see only what i want to see.
I lost my glasses.. more to the point i broke my glasses and threw them away during my last period of unwellness.
Everything, although certainly not clearer is much more beautiful slightly blurred, in a way i suppose clarity is found more within than from external stimuli.
I have been watching far less television, much more listening to music, i have recently discovered the works of Damian Rice, a fabulous musician.
I've also started to play guitar a tremendous mount more, tuning my guitar to DADGAD tuning (an old celtic tuning), it is however like learning the guitar all over again, i've ordered some books to help with the shapes of scales and chords.
It's funny, i thought last night, when we close our eyes and drift off to sleep, we enter a different realm, a new world, not bound to any physical restraints, anything is possible. I much prefer this state than being awake.
All in all, i don't miss my glasses, i'm happier not being able to correctly see, being forced instead to make do with what i can make out and imagining the rest.
