The Wise Were Also Once Blind

Blinded by curiosity, we leap before we look.

Blinded by money, we chase what we cannot hold.

Blinded by love, hot-blooded and certain, we give everything to the wrong moment.

Blinded by whatever dulls the fear for one more night.

Blinded by someone else’s vision, we spend years walking a road that was never ours.

All of this blindness brings more misery than abundance.

We call it arrogance. Sometimes we call it courage. But it is neither. It is simply awareness that has not arrived yet.

And it will arrive. For everyone. Without exception.

There will be a day when the running stops. When you sit with your own reflection in the silence. And slowly, like eyes adjusting to light after a long darkness, your vision returns.

Not given to you. Returned to you.

Because this is the thing nobody says plainly:

To find your vision, you had to lose it.

The wise were also once blind.

Every single one of them.