I’ve been thinking a lot about driving lately. I haven’t been thinking about driving myself because I can’t but I have been thinking a bit about what that has meant in my life. There are a couple of reasons I believe driving has been on my mind.
Throughout the coarse of my life, there have been very few instances where I actively wished that I was not visually impaired. I know that I miss out on a lot of things because I’m visually Impaired but it almost never gets to the point where I wish it wasn’t so.
While I do miss out on a lot of things, the truth is that I have experienced a lot in my life and a lot of that I would not have experienced if I were a sighted individual.
Besides, I was born visually impaired, have been so for the whole of my life and even with medical advancements it is most likely that I will die visually impaired. So if I haven’t been able to change it up to now and if it isn’t going to change in the future, what good is complaining about it going to do me?
However, after saying all of that, today is one of those days where I do kind of wish that I wasn’t visually impaired.