Does beauty disappear when you lose your vision?

Let me begin by saying I am not blind. I am vision impaired. I lost the majority of my vision for several years but have since regained some of it through ongoing eye treatments and surgeries.

At first it left me in a total state of depression. This was made worse by losing my husband just 4 months after losing my sight. It took another 15 months after Larry died to have the desire to want to continue.

I knew I had to stop thinking about all the things that my life had been, and start thinking of all the things my life could be from this point onward. That is not easy to do when you are no longer employable and find it almost impossible to learn through hearing. But I had to start somewhere.

I began by trying to bring beauty into my life again. I could no longer see the details of the face of a child. Birds were noisy gray blobs that landed in the yard occasionally. I could no longer see the wonderful inquisitive look my dog Truble would give me when she was trying to talk me out of a snack. Where do you find beauty when all the detail has been taken from everything you see?

Beauty is in your heart and mind

It took some trial and error, but I found beauty again. It was hiding in my heart with all the memories I had neatly tucked away there over the years. I could bring them out one at a time and examine them behind closed eyes while sitting in the dark in my favorite chair.

In my mind, I could create more beauty than I have words to describe. Worlds as breathtakingly beautiful as any seen in Avatar or filled with mysteriously beautiful creatures found at the bottom of the deepest ocean.

Once I began to explore these new worlds, I found myself realizing that all beauty did not come through sight. There was beauty in the laughter of children, the tinkling of a bell, the smell of freshly baked bread and rain. Rain was a double beauty. The sound it made as it fell around me and the smell in the air after the rain had cleaned all the gunk out of it... I came to love the rain.

Six Months Later

It is now 6 months later. I am slowly building a business with my writing while taking classes in coding and learning how to trade Cryptocurrencies. Neither is making me rich (yet), but you have to start somewhere.

The point with all of this is no matter what life throws at you... Life goes on. It is up to us to pick ourselves up and start working toward a better tomorrow.

If someone had told me at any point in my life I would be 60 years old and going to school again, I would have laughed at them. But it is exactly what I am doing because I plan on living for a lot longer than the insurance money will last, lol.

Never give up!