Hindsight is 20/20. or at least that’s what they say. I am blind as a bat, no matter what direction I’m looking in.
I keep trying to focus on what’s right in front of me, and sometimes, I can actually do it.
Other times, no matter how hard I squint, everything stays just a little fuzzy around the edges.
The older I get, the faster life passes me by. Or the faster I pass it, I’m not sure which. It’s like the blur on the edges of a highway. I know something is there, but I can’t quite make out exactly what it is.
When I slow down to get a closer look, all I see is trash and weeds and dirty ditches.
If I look just a little harder, take my time and notice the details,
I see a small blossom nestled in amongst the detritus.
And that’s what I’m looking for.