I learned to see things when I couldn’t see
I realized what life is!!!
From my childhood, I was captivated by people in advertisements who wore spectacles. They looked sophisticated and intellectual, and I yearned to wear glasses myself. This wish came true in 2019 when I found myself struggling to see the board in my classes. A visit to the doctor revealed that my left eye had a power of -0.75 and my right eye -0.25. The first time I put on those spectacles, I felt a sense of clarity and excitement. However, as the years passed, my fondness for spectacles waned.
The glasses that once made me feel confident soon became a source of frustration. The blue ray protection I added to my lenses gave everything a yellowish tint, making the world seem perpetually off-color. I hated how I looked in photos and often felt less confident with my glasses on. By June 2024, my prescription had worsened to -2.75 in my left eye and -2.25 in my right eye. That’s when I decided it was time for a change and opted for the Smile Pro treatment.
Imagine a world where your eyes are open, but you see nothing. Not because of darkness, but because you must shield them from the light. That’s the world I lived in during my Smile Pro treatment recovery. It felt like being trapped in a cocoon, waiting to emerge but not knowing what I’d find when I did.
The first few days were the hardest. I was confined to my room, my windows draped in heavy curtains to block out the light. A pair of black glasses were my constant companions, and my face couldn’t feel the refreshing splash of water. I was allowed only wipes to clean my face, a ritual that felt oddly dehumanizing. Gadgets were forbidden, leaving me in a silent, static world.
Without the usual distractions, my mind became my only playground. I began to see the world in ways I never had before, not with my eyes, but with my heart and soul. The absence of visual input heightened my inner vision, drawing me into a deep, introspective journey.
At first, it was unbearable. The boredom was suffocating, and I felt like I was slowly losing my mind. But as the hours turned into days, I found myself drifting into memories. It was like watching a slideshow of my life, each image more vivid than the last. I saw the faces of friends and family, the places I had been, the laughter and the tears. The good times felt like soft, warm blankets, wrapping me in their comfort. But the regrets and pain were sharp, cold, and unyielding.
I remembered the times I had hurt others, intentionally or unintentionally, and the times I had failed to be the person I wanted to be. Those memories were like thorns, piercing my heart and making me wince. I wished I could go back and change things, but I couldn’t. All I had was the present, and the lessons those memories taught me.
One night, as I lay in the dark, unable to sleep, I was overwhelmed by a wave of guilt. I recalled a moment from years ago when I had said something cruel to a friend in a fit of anger. I could still see the hurt in their eyes, a look I had pushed to the back of my mind. In the silence of my room, that memory replayed itself over and over, each time more painful than the last.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I realized how deeply I had buried my regrets. The darkness around me seemed to amplify my feelings, and for the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to fully experience the pain. It was a cathartic release, and in that moment of vulnerability, I made a silent promise to be kinder, to be more mindful of my words and actions.
As the days passed, I began to notice something profound. Without the constant input from screens and social media, without the noise of daily life, I started to connect with myself on a deeper level. I saw the goodness in my heart, the capacity for love and kindness that I had often overlooked. I realized that the mistakes I had made didn’t define me; my ability to learn and grow from them did.
In this forced stillness, I discovered the beauty of just being. I learned to appreciate the simple joys — the sound of birds chirping outside my window, the feel of a soft breeze on my skin, the warmth of sunlight filtering through the curtains. I found happiness in the smallest of things, things I had taken for granted before.
One afternoon, as I sat by the window with my black glasses on, I heard the laughter of children playing outside. Their carefree giggles transported me back to my own childhood, to a time when happiness was simple and unburdened by the complexities of adulthood. I felt a pang of longing for those days, but also a renewed sense of hope. If children could find such joy in the simplest of things, then so could I.
This period of recovery, which initially felt like a prison, became a time of healing and transformation. I came to understand that happiness and love are the essence of life. They are what we need to thrive, to feel fulfilled, to be truly alive.
When the day finally came for me to shed the black glasses and step into the light, it wasn’t just my physical sight that had been restored. I felt like a new person, seeing the world with fresh eyes and a renewed heart. The joy and love I had found within myself radiated outwards, touching everything and everyone around me.
In the end, my Smile Pro treatment was more than a medical procedure; it was a journey into the depths of my soul. It taught me that sometimes, you need to close your eyes to truly see. And in that seeing, you find the happiness and love that make life worth living.
This experience has left an indelible mark on my heart. It showed me that even in the darkest of times, there is light to be found. It may not come from the outside world, but from within us. And that light, fueled by happiness and love, is what guides us through life’s challenges and triumphs.
