Spectacles of life … where are they?

I had kept them here… I broke them… they were branded, need to move on to something else… the lenses. Got it?

It’s not about the spectacles of life in the sense of greatness, spectacular or extravaganza. This has more to do with limitation or shortcoming of the vision. I wear specs out of the need to read rather than to look good, and most of the times I happen to lose them or break them.

The last incident left a small impact which continues till date, which has made me now look at things differently.

Let me explain. I have a reading number and a very small, long-distance number… so the opticians recommend a progressive glass, which translates into using the spectacles from reading to driving without changing them.

The event that transpired had my spectacles in two pieces a day before my travel out of the country for a few days. A frantic run to the local optician left me with a singular option: to just take the reading number and that’s it. So every time I am reading something, I put them on and then remove the same as I am watching a movie or driving. Beyond the range of a couple of feet, the eyes cannot see anything through those reading numbers. So there I was, with spectacles only to read. So be it… I needed the specs at the earliest.

The best part was, and that continues to be, is that I need to every time remove them when I pick up my head from my laptop to talk to someone across the table and again wear them to continue reading or writing.

The problem now is spending money again for the progressive glasses or living with this adjustment till they break again.

Today in the lift, I pressed the floor number and took the spectacles in my hand, moving away from the people in the lift, thinking about how life is… we get different spectacles while on our upward run and never remove them. We feel these specs of superiority will work forever. My eyesight or vision capabilities have changed over years and so have my spectacles. However, those high-run spectacles have not changed. I still see everyone through those glasses.

Maybe I am not like that, but the glasses do make me see things differently. Maybe at times, we need to remove those glasses to see clearly and re-adjust our vision.

Life does not provide progressive glasses. We need to mend our ways to see things clearly. What about those without glasses and yet have the high-run attitude? As I surely feel that everyone has some sort of reservations for some things or someone, maybe a bit differently and maybe in lesser quantity and… maybe instead of spectacles they must be wearing the lenses.

But I always felt that I am a bit different and not like the rest, but I just had seen so many commoners through my specs in the lift, whom I had moved a little away from…

The light and the sounds of the lift indicated I had reached the floor. Suddenly realising I was the last person in the lift. As the escalator doors opened, I found myself staring into an undeveloped or bare-shell floor.

This was a new start… building something new.

I put on my spectacles… spectacles of life.