To Hear or To See?

I saw a question asked, "If you had to choose between being blind or being deaf, which would it be and why?"

I would choose to be blind. Because I would be blind to judging someone by the way they look. I would be blind to obsessing about the dirt in the corners of my house. I would be blind to mean looks from people. I would be blind to worring about if I looked like the woman the media portrays for me to be. I would be blind to envying someone's possessions. I would be blind to lust. I would be color blind to racism. I would gain an hour back every day of my life because I probably wouldn't put so much thought and time into hair, makeup and wardrobe. Mostly, I would be blind from having to read my blog! But, If love is blind, that's what I would want to be.

If I couldn't hear I would forever miss the sound of the guitar when it is played. I would miss the piano notes. I would miss laughter. I would miss hearing people say, "I love you." I would always be left to my thoughts and trying to read people's faces and mouths. I would not be moved by the total emotion of music anymore. I would miss hearing my family speak. I would miss the busy sounds when people are gathered together. I would miss the noises of a kitchen when friends and family are around.

I am glad I can see stars, sunsets and Sedona. I am glad I can see my husbands eyes when he says, "I love you." I am eternally grateful that I can see and hear the beauty of life. It's a gift I take for granted.