When you have tritanomaly, blue often looks green. You observe enough raised eyebrows and you lose confidence in your ability to tell the difference. You begin consulting a non-afflicted expert when the difference matters, like picking out shoes to match your shirt. But if you see blue and I see green, who is correct? Well, since only one in 10,000 of us is a tritanope, correctness always resides with the majority – the non-afflicted.
Does it matter what we label colors? I don’t think so, generally. But on this one day of the year, if you are of Irish descent, getting it right matters.
Most of us are immersed in “stuff”, both physically and mentally. Our limited time is spent not on what we’ve chosen but on what we’re confronted with. We dilute our lives with so much of everything that the overall effect is to mire us in indecision and make everything just mediocre.
It occurred to me recently that so many things in life might be made better by the simple act of culling. Of making decisions between and among things, of picking what’s most important and shedding the chaff, even if there’s only a hair’s breadth between the two. Perhaps this often-painful process can make enjoyment of what remains – the carefully chosen – so much sweeter. Perhaps our possessions, how we spend our time, the words we use, the art we make and even our thoughts can all be honed and subjected to the same meticulous process of separating the true gems from the mere minerals.
Culling takes courage, but I believe it refines our ability to be decisive, to take risks, and to discern true beauty or value from a steady menu of mediocrity. The result could be a simpler, more focused and more meaningful experience.
For me, 2015 will be about culling.
[Photo culled from 200+ images taken last Saturday morning at Rainbow Springs State Park, Dunnellon, Florida]