Even if I don’t do anything in particular to get smudges on them, at least every other day or so, I have to wipe my glasses. Dust particles, small hairs, tiny pieces of skin dropping from my face—whatever it is, there’s always something to clear away, and I always see better once I’ve done so.
Life can be the same. Every now and then, it simply asks us to clean our glasses. An illness reminds you of how wonderful it is to be healthy. A cluttered home can be a prompt to find peace in organization. And a weekend after a week that went anything but well offers an opportunity to start anew.
It’s a process, cleaning our glasses. We can’t do it preemptively all the time. We simply wear them, look through them, and once we notice our vision getting blurry, we check them. Don’t lament the process. Have faith that life will send you the right reminders at the right time—and when you realize your glasses are smudgy, you wipe them and get back to living.
