When I woke up and grabbed my watch to check for the time, panicked came rushing in. It was not because the two harsh hands were ticking faster than normal but the fact that, I was not able to make sense of their direction. The rhythm was so urgent that blood rushed through my veins. I scrambled in the blurry state of my room. No progress. I dug into the deeper pit of my purse, trying to feel the familiar smoothness and shape of a box. It was not there.
Frustration started to evade my restless being. I continued the search. I knew, it was just somewhere. Checked my table, near the laptop and beside the TV. My spirit had totally awaken and my desire to find the black box was slowly drowning the pinch of patience hanging on the thread of my sanity. I never realized how intense the importance of such device in my life.Not until that dawn. Before anger replaced patience, the black box was finally unveiled. As I caressed the smoothness of it rim, I felt elated.
I knew that the tool inside is the most important treasure I ever had. Inside, nestled serenely was my spectacles. My most treasured glasses. My two arms, lifted the device so delicately. With relief, I placed them on the prominence of my nose. The most precious flood of light filled my surroundings. Oh, what a relief it was. Specially when the promise of a greater day ahead was laid upon my eyes.
As I trod the path towards the kitchen, a thought struck. Since when did my glasses become so precious to me? It seemed that it was just yesterday that I went out of the bed and moved like thunder rushing out to start the day. Was that long already or I was just too busy to notice that time had taken its job to depreciate the value of my youth. Indeed, time took its role. It did not falter to remind me of its passing. It did not use the ticking arms of the clock not even the yelling sound of the alarm. It just found it's way through my awareness. The effect was so strong. I paid a visit to my optometrist. I got a new set of glasses. So, my ODYSSEY continued.
