Artisan by Dan Joyce
Seen Through The Eyes Of The Blind
By far the favorite person in my life today is a blind hard of hearing, former Vietnam Vet I call Craig. Craig has been on disability income most of his life, has no immediate family, no job, no children… but to him it is always a beautiful day, an excellent meal, sometimes a chocolate snack to make it perfect. To him, we live the life. His sense of freedom and joyous nature struck me profound.
Today, Craig was tested for dementia and I wonder how much that leads to his inner peace and happiness. Do we have to be completely obliterated insane to appreciate our world? the dog eat dog, the rat race, the keeping up with the Jones’, the lovers leading to heartache, the income tax, the puppets and the politics, the deadlock traffic, the dead-end job or lack of employment? Is our world so bad, that one would literally have to be blind to enjoy seeing it? But still with some sight he sees. He sees the flowers grow, the grass turn green and the sunset on the porch so beautifully. It makes me think of wise words I once learned as an artist, “With all its shams, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.” Someday, I will truly miss it.