Seeing Things Through Rose Colored Glasses

The notion that seeing things anew was always more of a metaphor than a fact of life, or so I thought; but being hopelessly myopic had been at best a restriction that, over time, was something I had become accustomed to. Little did I know how much it had effected my perceptions about so many things.

The first thing I would reach for in the morning were my glasses, usually very expensive and so thick that I could never hope to get frames that were fashionable. Everything was so out of focus that when my vision worsened I had no clue what was happening until I started noticing a perfectly formed halo with rainbow colors around lights, especially at night.

Perhaps this was a vision from above sent to me as an indication I was evolving spiritually, I initially thought, until crossing the street at night became dangerous because I could not judge the speed of oncoming traffic.

It was not until I consulted my opthamologist did it occur to me that I had posterior cataracts and they were progressively getting worse to the point that I began tripping over wires I could not see. It was then I decided to have surgery although my judgement was clouded for years by fear of all things medically invasive. But the decision was made and I intentionally avoided googling the procedure, so that I would not back out at the last minute.

Having experienced bypass surgery, popliteal aneurysms, rotator cuff surgery, I had become accustomed to viewing my scars as a metaphor for Frankenstein’s monster, squeamish of all things related to hospitals regardless of how simple the procedure seemed. After all, I thought, bleeding and infection can change the simplest procedure into a nightmare.

One eye was done first. This is common to ensure that if something does go wrong, the other eye is not effected. When the bandage came off I was amazed that not only had my vision been restored to 20/20, but light and color was so intensified and clear,  I had never realized that I had been seeing all things through rose colored glasses. In my case it was brown. I though white was a shade of sepia . I had missed all the vividness and subtleties of shades and the blueness of light. With the right eye for comparison,  I learned a lot from roaming the  streets of Manhattan covering one eye with one hand, then switching, noticing different images as the left eye, once the weaker, was now   dominant, and everything right of the mid line became a total blur . Although this effected depth perception, I could compare  the differences in light between the two. The right side was like wearing brownish tinted sunglasses. All colors I thought were red, I saw differently. The right eye was corrected one month later, and now I can see without glasses.

Perhaps that old saying that seeing things through rose colored glasses is more than just a cliche. All I can say for certain is that it motivated me to look again at many things that I took for granted as true because I could not see what other people saw,  and drew different conclusions based on my limitations. Maybe this has psychological and philosophical implications that go beyond just sight, and involves the basis of many foundations I built upon as my journey of discovery continues with new insight.