I have been given 15 minutes in which to do my thinking.
I now have to condense and abridge my musings into this restricted time slot. My eye health is part of my vision therapy programme, and like the smoker trying to quit, I too have to curtail my habit.
I also have to spend time without my glasses on. This is something I had already been doing; but in the recent past it had been in order to give myself a break from my sight. This now seems an anomaly, and indeed I find myself questioning my rationale and behaviour and wonder if the answers were there all the time; tucked away behind my lenses.
My blurred, hazy vision without myopic correction is stable and slow, it doesn’t fizz and jig; nor does it aggravate me. This fuzzy cotton wool sight is calming, and temporarily brightens my world. I had noticed this incongruity and often took off my glasses to simply tilt my head back and stare at the sky. The experience of absorbing more luminosity, more light was somehow organic and biological.
I now realise I felt that way because in fact, I got more light. That might seem incredibly obvious, but like many things in front of our face, we don’t always see the obvious. The fact is that when I remove my lenses my eyes cannot strain and fight to use their central focusing, which in turn allows more light to flood my retina. Ergo I see more light.
Step one; and it seems so simple.
Times up…