Journalled on Thursday, 9 April 2026 | Santo Cristo, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: 32 degrees, hot, sunny and slightly overcast.

It is Thursday, and I’m enjoying my life at the moment.

I don’t think I have ever really stopped to reflect on whether I’m happy, good or not. I have always been worried about others, what has to be paid, how I’m going to pay, and, if not, how I’m going to resolve it.

I wrote yesterday about clarity and how important it is in our lives, and how much it affects our quality of life. I think we all believe we have clarity to a certain extent, or have always had it, but like anything in life, it is relative.

It is like a well-known video online of a very young baby with very poor eyesight who is suddenly forced to put on glasses for the first time, even though she does not want to wear them.

After much confusion and insistence from her mother and the doctor, she finally allows them to be put on. Suddenly, when she opens her eyes for the first time, a flood of sharp, vivid colours and images takes over her sight and mind. The shock is like a tsunami, a stark contrast between what was and what she was living before, and what she is experiencing now.

The baby had fought against putting them on, only from the insistence of her parents and the tight-fitting, foreign frame being put on its little face and head did she get to see the new world with beautiful colours and sights that she had never seen before, and I think this is the same with us when it comes to clarity.

We are used to the blurry world before the glasses; it is home, it is safe, even if we are suffering, drifting and deceiving ourselves. Only after putting on the glasses can we see clearly.

The parents and the doctor wanted to do their best by insisting that the baby wear the glasses. Sometimes, family, friends, or even a loved one wants us to put on those glasses, but we don’t. We are afraid, afraid of the unknown, of foreign possibilities and the consequences that come.

But sometimes, due to a lot of frustration, desperation, disappointment and suffering, we put on those glasses voluntarily, the last resort after so much disappointment, nowhere else to turn but to do the unknown, even though it is strange for us, even though we’re walking in the dark.

When I mention disappointment, it is not just with others and the life we are living, but with ourselves too, because at the end of the day, it all comes back to our own choices. There is the saying, “It is all my fault,” and to a point, it is.

The sooner we understand this, bite the bullet, and put on the damn glasses, the better. And then comes the clarity, the clarity we have long looked for in the wrong places, giving us a clarity we never had before.

Our life, our work, and our relationships are what is good, bad, the ugly, and the beautiful. What was not clear is now in focus. What was dull is now interesting, and vice versa. What was important is now unimportant, and vice versa. What you could not find a way to do, or whose way was not clear, is now clear to you. What made you happy before no longer makes you happy, and vice versa.

And with all this clarity, there is no unclarity, no indecision, no insecurity, no doubt, no sense of loss, no being lost.

Even though you are not 100% sure or guaranteed about the direction you decide to take, you know it is right, that there will be setbacks, and that they are part of the process and the journey. That is the path of life. Clarity is showing you the right way and the decisions.

I suggest that if you haven’t tried on the glasses of clarity, you try them on and see how suddenly everything becomes clearer, better, sharper and more vivid, and then ask why you haven’t worn them before.