Whoh, back up, Depresso. You superhuman ability to look at life through gray-colored glasses isn't helping anyone, especially not yourself. That time, the time I fear, will most likely come. (Way to add some Rose to those lenses....)
My sight is diminishing, and I'm somewhere around five to ten years left of any residual vision. I will eventually come to a point where the majority of my life will be spent Not Seeing. Opening my eyes, seeing what I can of this world, just feels so deeply connected to Being Awake. And living. Knowing that it won't be is just ..... weird.
I don't look forward to the days when I'm exhausted by the effort it will take to cross a room. I'm really sad about it, if I'm going to be perfectly honest. The stuff about not seeing my kids grow and age, and possibly missing out on the sights of foreign countries or beautiful art, IS an issue for me, but it's all stuff I'm easily comforted in. I just feel blessed that I've seen my kids at all, and that I'll be able, hopefully, to enjoy their presence in other ways. And travel and art are such wonderful things to want to embrace, but those things can border on White People Problems, and I mostly feel ridiculous about being too sad about them.
Still, what bother me is the Everyday of being blind. I'm sad about having to change habits that are comfortable and familiar, and I'm sad that my quality of life will feel less unaffected by how others embrace and consider me. I feel sad that I'll sit in rooms and feel out of the loop in some conversations. I'm sad that the way I dress will be mostly my choice, but partly the choice of people I choose to trust to help me.
These are the things I'm sad about today. Tomorrow I'll be fine.