He was able to see, so he never questioned his vision.
He believed that the fact that he wasn’t blind was enough.
Convinced that simply having sight made him successful at sightedness.
Doing a great disservice to the depth that was available to him.
Never exploring what sight could do if he would just consider it.
Not realizing the worlds of perspective that he could unlock, if only he dared have the thought to do so.
He mistook colors for mere hues, missing their magic.
He reduced the wonders around him to definitions that could never capture their essence.
And all of the unnamed things that evaded his logical mind, danced around him.
Patiently waiting for him to hope in their direction.
So that they could reveal themselves.