Hope and Acceptance Can Exist Together

I'd love for everything to improve.

If my eyesight is magically better one day, amazing. If someone invents a treatment, wonderful. If it means no longer needing special glasses or potentially my stick, then sign me up for the medical trials.

These days, I no longer want to be constantly obsessed with the chance of that happening. For ages, I focused on waiting for the next bit of good news, and the next major part of my recovery. I spent a long time waiting to be told that recovery was over and I was my old self again.

That hasn't happened.

An old boat with obvious repairs moored on the side of a river

Acceptance has taken longer than I expected. I used to think that acceptance meant giving up. I don't see it that way anymore.

I've accepted that my eyesight may never go back to how it used to be, but it hasn't stopped me from hoping for a tiny chance that it may do so one day.

Now I've learned life doesn't have to stop just to wait and see.

A country cottage in the dark with one light on in a window

I'm still working on this. Obviously, there are things I'd like to change. There are things I miss, and then there are the ones I've stopped expecting to come back.

I haven't stopped trying.

I'm moving forward with life; I can still have hope for things improving in the future.

A wet path with dead leaves on a cloudy day. New plants are beginning to creep through