Two years ago I started wearing reading glasses. It is another tangible sign that this vessel I inhabit is aging. My thoughts try to convince that this is something bad, so I have to remind myself that it’s not. It is a natural part of the process of life and something else to reflect on, another lesson to learn. I can dislike it all I want, but that changes nothing. I can resist the reading glasses, straining to see what’s right in front of me, or I can choose instead to see more clearly.
Based on a journal entry from 1.10.16