You can see what I see

As I have been writing this blog I have been trying to see the beauty that the world holds. I realized this week that, in the process of looking, I have completely missed an obvious beauty . . . my eyes. The fact that I can even see at all, is beautiful. I couldn’t do half of what I do without my sight. Even typing this blog would be much harder if I could not see the keys on the keyboard, or the words as they appear on the screen. To prove this I tried to type that last sentence with me eyes closed this is what I came up with:
Even tuping this nlog would ne mucj jarder if I cou;dn’t see the krys on the keyvouard or the wuds as tjeu aoowea on the screem.
Granted, I could only do that well because I have seen a keyboard many times before.

I am constantly astonished in the way that sight works. Everything we see is perceived in our eyes as an upside down the image. The image then gets flipped right side up when it reaches our brain. To me, that is amazing. Plus, having two eyes that do this instead of just one gives us depth perception and helps us to see dimensions. I guess, when it comes to eyes, two is better than one. The way that everyone’s eyes, for the most part, work is the same, though the appearance of everyone’s eyes are not the same My eyes, for instance, are blue while others have brown, green, or a mixture of colors. I researched why this is, and found that the color of your eye depends on where the amount of a substance called melanin is in your eyeball. The more melanin you have, the darker your eyes are. I was surprised that the same substance can create a so many different colors. Appearance is not the only difference in people’s eyes. Their ability to see is also different.

I have needed glasses since the beginning of first grade, and I have hated having glasses since about half way through first grade. I just never liked the fact that I would wake up in the morning and the world was a complete blur until I put my glasses on. I realize now how ungrateful I was being. I should be thankful that I came in a time and place where I can have glasses and be able to see clearly at all. I often forget how fortunate I am. I couldn’t imagine not being able to have glasses or contacts; having to live life in a world of blur.

Yet, some don’t even get to see a blur at all. Some see absolutely nothing at all. I couldn’t even begin to conceive not seeing stars or the faces of my family and friends; living in a world of complete darkness. After thinking about that, glasses seem like a wonderful gift! I realized how often I take things for granted, like my sight, and instead complain because it’s not perfect. This week I want to try and be more grateful for what I have, perfect or not, and remember how fortunate I am that I can see the beauty that the world has to offer.