Blindness was a short essay that I particularly enjoyed reading as it put life into a completely different perspective for me. One of the most interesting ideas that he shared was the contrast of having a room full of books and not being able to see any of them due to his blindness. Here I am in a room with a few books and perfect vision (at least when I wear my corrective prescription) and no desire to read them. Instead, I sometimes look on the reading that I have to do as a chore, rather than an opportunity to learn more and to "see" more about the world that surrounds me.
I also found the information on what blind people do and do not see to vary from information that I had known and I admit that I was one of those people that thought those who are blind only see darkness. Colors? White? No, when you're blind you suffer only with utter blackness. Instead, he shared that he is tortured in his blindness especially by blue and green colors. I did wonder how he knew about the color red, however. Could he see at one time in his life? If you're blind, how would you distinguish colors?
I often judge others based on their outward appearance and actions - I admit it. As I read through this essay, I couldn't help but wonder if I was blind if I might be more prone to actually see people for who they truly are rather than just taking them at face value. Right now, I'm living the life of a blind person...I have yet to see the world and those in it as it truly is.
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