I never really understood this saying completely. How can someone who is not blind actually see less than someone who is? Well in fact this statement is very true as I have come to realize. Not because we close our eyes and pretend not to see, at least not literally – more so because we choose to see what we want. As when people say Love is blind.
Last week I went to my grandmother’s funeral in Mexico. It had been more than six years since I’d last been to the country in which both my parents were born. Every year I’d come up with some excuse as to why I couldn’t afford to go or didn’t have the vacation time to take off from my job. The truth is I wasn’t interested in going.
The reason for that escapes me now, but driving into those celestial Sierra Madre Mountains last week shook me to the core in a way that I hadn’t been in a long while.