I've always had low vision, but I always thought like a visionary,
wanting to put the world to rights around me; but now I couldn't care less, the planet seems to be in a terminal mess, or so we're told daily. Where are all the superheroes when we really need them? Off saving other worlds?
I used to be able to rely on my imagination to take me on transports of delight, now my mind's eye's developed a blight, I think it's a cataract. Everything's blurred and grey, I can't see a way forward, I need psychic laser surgery to remove it.
If I can ever remove it by constant internal blinking, I'll try re-thinking the state I'm in and walk round wearing an idiot grin of optimism and happiness even if I don't mean it, rather than carry round a lump of misery on my back.