If someone looks at something through rose-tinted glasses, they see only the pleasant parts of it.
This is a phrase that’s been coming up a lot lately, in a uplifting sense. I’m being told to see myself through rose-tinted glasses because I’ve always been unable to see the pleasant parts of myself. I’m told to take off the ugly glasses I use to look at myself – change the glasses, change the mirror, change my perception… how?
How do I do that?
How does anyone do that?
How do you change a habit – no, a reflex – you’ve had since… forever, since you could remember?
How do you change the way you breathe, or chew, the way you walk?
That’s how I feel when someone tells me to see myself differently. It feels insurmountable. It feels like something from a fairy tale, a story where people are profoundly changed by one statement or person or event. I have to fight the urge to laugh when people say it as if it’s — *snap* — that easy.
While being told to use these rose-tinted glasses, I’m understandably asked what happened to them in the first place.
How did I break those glasses?
Did I break them, or did someone else break them… or did we break them together?
As with everyone, it wasn’t just one thing… it’s never just one thing. Unlike a real pair of glasses, you don’t just drop them one day and suddenly see things from a broken perspective. It’s more like a degradation, a decay. A cavity that smarts a little at first but as you continue neglecting the issue, you don’t care for it, it gets worse and worse until one day, as you cry out in pain, you realize the tooth can’t even be saved anymore.
If only our minds were as “easy” to fix as our teeth… a filling here, a root canal there, a crown or an implant. All you need is money, really… right? To fix our minds, money doesn’t matter, our circumstances often don’t matter, the people around us don’t even really matter that much… it has to come from us. We are the only ones that heal ourselves in any kind of meaningful way. And this, I suspect, is why so many people break and stay broken.
I won’t lie, guys… I’m lost myself. I don’t even know where to start. I guess my wanting to start is the start. Maybe. Hopefully.
Tonight I raise a glass for all those trying to fix their broken rose-tinted glasses – It’ll probably be a long journey, but hopefully one that’s worth the trouble. Cheers!