Blurs

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It's been like this as long as I can remember. Even before then... Touch, hearing, tasting, smelling... All those senses of mine excelled above the others... All but sight that is. I was born legally blind. All I've seen my whole life were colorful blobs.
I remember going through months of eye surgeries and optometrist appointments just to see if there was any way to better my sight...
But all it seemed was that their efforts to help only made my situation worse. Now I can't even see the blobs of humans passing by me as I hold my mothers hand down the street. No... Now all I see is an abstract array of colors in no particular pattern.
Being blind never bothered me though. I thought the colors were beautiful. And they changed all the time into different combinations.
One morning my mother brought me outside to sit on the porch to talk. She was telling me about a new operation the doctor wanted to try, and if I wanted to go through with it. But... Just as I was about to answer a new combination of colors started to form.
Oranges and yellows, with soft splashes of red, simmered down by a sweet pink. And blue to accent it all. I stared off into what my mother calls the horizon.
"What is in front of me?" I asked softly. Hoping whatever it was wouldn't be frightened if I spoke.
"That is a sun rise my darling." I felt my mother rest her hand on my shoulder. I stared into the direction of the sun rise without blinking... These colors were like none I've ever seen before. So soft. So passionate. To eager to bring forth another day. And that sun rise helped inspired me to rise to another day. What does it matter if I'm blind. I love what I can see now. These colors, and what they can make a person feel. I can experience things no one else can.
This blindness isn't a curse... But rather...

A gift.