Born Blind

The man born blind might have wondered was it as worthwhile as he thought it would be.  He could see, but seeing meant he would have to explain and explain again just how it happened, which led to not a few accusations and a demand that he account for the fact of his sight.  "Why," they wanted to know and they were insistent upon an answer they would be willing to accept.

He had known how to be blind.  He knew what was required and had no real sense of the sight he had never had.  It was not really a loss, and so perhaps there were few regrets.  Now it was different, so much more difficult.  People who had never noticed him were noticing now, and doing so with a vengeance.  Seeing included all of these indictments and so much anger that had not been directed at him before, but having once seen there was no more security in blindness.  No going back, no pretending to be sightless once more.  He might close his eyes, and even close them tight, but it would not work.  The seeing was out there and he wanted to look.

Having no answer to the questions, he did what was available to him:  he believed, and in the end it was all that was needed.