What JJ has to say...

They’re not rose colored, not even close. They’re not any “hue” to me when I look at the world through them every day, but they may cast a hue for you if you were to look through them. They’re MY life’s “glasses.”

MY glasses reflect who I am by seeing the world as only I can. They are why “WHO I AM” sees what I see through these eyes of mine. They’re why what I see is interpreted the way it’s interpreted when it registers in my brain. It’s me. It’s not you.. It’s not wrong, it’s not right. It’s just me.

My glasses began being developed on July 20, 1976 when the nurses delivered me to my Mama’s arms. They developed more each of the 10,898 days I have been alive in this world. They don’t seem to have a color to me because I’ve always looked through them. On day 2,437, something happened to me to make them “tint” a little bit… but the change was so minor that I didn’t notice. Something else happened the next day that caused another little “tint” to my lenses… but slight as it was, it went unnoticed. Whether conscious or subconscious, something probably happened each of the 261,530 minutes I’ve been alive. So, here I am, 29 years old and looking at the world through my “untinted” lenses… or so it seems to me.

My glasses seek God in everything and refuse to stop looking for Him in it until they find Him. If your glasses don’t do that, don’t tell me that my glasses are wrong. Just make sure that your glasses are clean so they can purely see my good intentions. I have to wipe mine clean sometimes. Everything in this world gets dirty. That’s not wrong, it’s just how it is.

The glasses that I wear see and seek love. That’s why they so very much enjoy giving visions of friendship.

Though they’ve seen ugliness and helped to interpret things in a way other than which they were intended, they’re not wrong… they’re just, well, MY glasses. They can see things differently if someone or something impacts them in a way that they, yet again, become slightly tinted a different hue.

Now that I think about it, my glasses MUST have some sort of a tint… because looking back, I can see the dark outlook they used to give me. Whether their tint now is a new hue or just a little less foggy, thank you for being part of the world that has helped my lenses become what they are, and for helping them adapt to new tints every day by being a part of my world.