I’m addicted to my phone. Somehow, being around family means being on my phone a lot. But after a full day of searching through Facebook, Instagram and playing all the games I could, I got tired of my phone. Then I had to face myself. Dad was driving and there was a CD of Chinese guitar music with that pentatonic melody. I took off my glasses and stared out the window. Though fuzzy and unrecognizable, what I saw was bright and beautiful. It’s funny because for a long time I’ve been thinking about Lasik and wishing that my eyes were good enough to avoid dealing with contacts and glasses. But here I was watching the lights, trees, and world go by in this blurry, beautiful fashion. Being imperfect in this way is not a detriment, but a privilege. I can see the world in a way some people can’t.