When I was born, I was 95% blind, everything was a gestural abstract piece of artwork, well-made and beautiful. However, it was distorted in such a way that it holds no exact shape. Growing up I was completely dependent on my sense of touch and sound as my main senses. The hands of those around me told a story which today still rivals all my favorite books. My fathers had would tell a struggling tale of a boy who had to work all his life and grew strong from his immense yet daunting journey. The sound of my peers playing was like having a musician solo with the instrument of life. All these pieces of artwork that made like worth living. When I reached first grade my family learned of my awful eyesight and I received my first pair of glasses and the things I saw on the first day were astounding. The glimmer of one’s hair and the details of their face were no longer an abstract painting. Everything I saw became a timeless classic with me as their single appreciative audience. As I grew older and older I still felt the exact same way; I see everyone’s face as an astounding sculpture carved out of marble draped with semi-tonal wavers and intricacies in their voice that make for the speakers personal concerto with me as their audience.
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So while my answer may be broad I can say without a doubt that the things that make life living are the natural beauties of everyday life that so many who were born into their degree of perception tend to skim
So while my answer may be broad I can say without a doubt that the things that make life living are the natural beauties of everyday life that so many who were born into their degree of perception tend to skim