When I was eight years old I was fitted for my first pair of glasses. This was something I was deeply against and I hated wearing them for the longest time.
Most often, funnily enough, I wander around completely unaware of my surroundings. In Primary School I was constantly in trouble (or found out via my term report) for not paying attention. In lectures, at work, sometimes even with friends I just get lost in all my thoughts or the peaceful, quiet ease I find in my own mind.
While some people hate train trips and flying, I kind of adore the chance I get to dream. There's something I love about being the passenger and slipping into my own mental space. It's something that occurs so naturally and effortlessly it's actually a bit of a worry.
So the three or so times out of ten that I might be in touch with what's around me is so magical. My senses pick out leaves, obtuse and wonderful graffiti, feathers and pavement flowers, hidden and secret smiles.
I find that being deeply out of touch with the world is worth it, particularly when there are secret pathways and underground gardens.
It's like the first time I put on my glasses and saw what my sight should be like. I really love our world.
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Photo from my favourite lane
in Brisbane City
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