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Over the past few years I have been experiencing a decline in my vision. It was not that I was more far-sighted or near-sighted than before. My vision began to grow dim. It was getting increasingly difficult to see the books on the higher and lower shelves in libraries and bookshops.

I went to see my doctor, who told me I had cataracts. It wasn’t too bad yet, but he said the condition would likely progress. That is how I left it for a year or two,keeping an eye on my condition. Then, this summer, I took the plunge, and had the operation.

Since the operation, I’ve been amazed at how much brighter my vision has become.I was moved to realize how full of light the world really is. Well, I suppose this is simply a return to how things were in my youth.

After the operation, I returned home. I looked in the mirror I have in my house. For a second time I was amazed. There, reflected in the mirror, was the pitiful face of an old man. Spots and wrinkles were plain to see. I was devastated to think that this is the kind of old man I’ve become. The restoration of sight is a mixed blessing.