Carver Lawson, Special Projects Manager
I’ve realized recently that I rely on my sense of sight too much.
I’m so fascinated by the image in front of me that I don’t notice my posture is craning my neck,
and I don’t feel how my body is knotting up from spending all day analyzing the feedback from my eyes,
and I don’t feel the emptiness in my stomach and the headache from my hunger,
and I couldn’t sense how my spirit was dead and dry because my fixation was futile,
and it all didn’t even occur to me until I felt every sensation hit me in one go.
So I broke my glasses,
and now I can’t see.
But I can feel the heaviness weighing down my eyes as I hear my body calling for rest,
and I can feel the tension in my shoulders and neck that my back left behind,
and I can even feel those muscles relax with every breath I take,
and I can understand that I am not upset with you but my own inner turmoils,
and I can feel my heart soften towards the world and people in it,
and in these moments I can know my senses have returned to me,
that I can taste my passions,
hear my subconscious desires,
smell the peace in the morning air,
feel the love of the sun,
and see through a lens of clarity.
I broke my glasses and I’ve never had a better sense of sight.