When I first put on glasses that were made specifically for me, I immediately looked up. Right in the centre of my view was the moon. I was about 22 years old.
I was moved to my very core and I couldn’t stop staring.
For the first time in my life, the outline was crystal clear. I could make out the greys and the whites of Oceanus and Mare Tranquillitatis. I would swear even now that I could make out even the finer details of Copernicus, Kepler and Archimedes.
It was so beautiful that I cried quietly, standing on my driveway.
I clenched my fists and determined at that moment, that I was going to be somebody. Somebody worthy of his one shot on the planet. Somebody free of anxiety, doubt and fear.
I’m still working on it, but every time I remember to look up and I see that moon, I am reminded of that night and I feel energised.
I am grateful to be alive. I am thankful for the challenges I’ve faced. I will continue to learn, evolve and grow and I will attack every new challenge with determination, surety and fervour.