We need two eyes to see fully.
Early fatherhood was a spiritual “eye opener” for me.
Through the eyes of a young child, the world is forever new, wide and wonderful. There is something new around every corner and in every moment. Life is one adventure after another.
And those adventures are not hard to find – in a trip to the market, a walk in the park or a drive across town.
There is wonder in the mundane: the shapes of clouds, the movements of an ant and the whirlpool in a flushed toilet bowl.
Joy is found in life’s little nuisances: puddles of rain, a heavy snowfall and a pile of leaves.
And love is found in the arms of a mom and dad who accept and embrace all of you and love you just the way you are.
As we grow up and grow busy, we become short and long-sighted. We see trees and streets, people and places differently. We sometimes don’t see them at all.
But if we’re lucky to live long enough and to grow with the experience of life, we can regain the eye of a child and discover the eye of an elder. The perspective of life lived promises – though doesn’t guarantee – wisdom.
The eye of wise elders see themselves and their past in the drama of youth and the stages of life around them. It sees that many things have changed but the essentials remain the same.
The wise elder knows that our days are numbered and the wonder, joy and love must be appreciated today. Each moment is enjoyed as it is. Each day seized and let go.
The eye of the elder can see the true value of things, what is worth holding and what we can let go.
We need two eyes to see – our lives, others and ourselves – fully.