What do you see when you look at a child? Do you see just a kid that can be kind or cool or kind of annoying, or do you see a young human being in his or her formative years, learning how to make his or her place in this world, hopefully learning how to deal with the struggles and trials that eventually will come?
What do you see when you look at the sky, full of clouds and dropping rain? Do you see the ruined picnic, or do you see the water that provides us all with the means of living this thing we call life?
What do you see when you look at a flower? Do you see the pretty colors and the nice form, or do you see the provider of pollen that bees turn into honey with which we can nourish ourselves? Or do you see the aesthetics, the beauty that can cause people to stop in their tracks to gaze in wonder?
What do you see when you look at a road? Do you see the pavement that scars the land, or do you see the possibility and potential of new destinations, new directions, new voyages?
What do you see when you look? The choice is yours; the choice is always yours. I cannot tell you what to see, nor can I tell you how to see. I hope that when you open your eyes fully the next time that you see truly, that you see fully, and that you see with love and appreciation for the gift of being able to see.