Hidden in plain sight

 

I’ve got a friend that should be the first person you call any time you need to find something.

It should probably be qualified that I’m not talking about something you’ve lost, like your car keys or television remote. This isn’t about misplaced items and your pleas to St. Anthony. Instead…

You’re at a place where you are surrounded by thousands of people. Perhaps a concert or a theme park, and there’s someone there you need to meet. Someone you can’t just call, and don’t have a specific time to meet them or specific way to navigate to them. This friend will see them first, and usually from some point of view that defies all logic for being able to see them.

You’re out in the woods, looking for a particular type of tree, to find deer antlers, or to collect wild berries. Bring this friend along, and you are going to find more of what you want in less time than you ever would on your own or with someone else.

I remember those magic eye scramble puzzles and looking for Waldo. Though very different, the first idea when presented with them was the mass confusion set in front of you. Sometimes it took a moment to focus on the task at hand. A moment to eliminate the chatter, so to speak.

I’m colorblind. I don’t know how colorblind, since I think I can see reds and blues and greens and browns. But I have definitely had moments where even separating green from purple didn’t go too well for me. And I have others tell me I’m wrong at times about my thoughts involving reds and blues and browns.

The world, in general, plays to that game of predator and prey around us, where camouflage and disguise matter. Blending in is not just a neat trick, but a survival must. And—in a figurative way—there you are, standing on a blanket of white trying to spot a mountain goat, or staring out onto a winter scene with snow and rocks looking for a snow leopard, or trying to see a snowshoe hare any time of year.

But it doesn’t always work. Does it? That snowshoe hare? White fur isn’t as effective during a winter with little to no snow accumulating.

What sets some of us up to be better than others at spotting things? You see commercials all the time for sunglasses that promise to filter out the bad, highlight the good, and give you terrific vision. For some reason, it doesn’t seem like many of those commercials are for products that are selling much better than pet rocks. Is the answer to all this something an optometrist could tell us, but nothing they can correct?

Obviously, there are quite likely identifiable factors involved. Ask me to tell the difference between a deep red, a dark green and a brown, and there’s a good chance I’m going to have a quizzical look of frustration on my face. A look that expresses pain and difficulties another person doesn’t feel or understand. So, sure. Factors that differ based on the person involved.

But that friend of mine and their ability to quickly spot and identify things? That’s not perfect eyesight (they wear glasses and also put in a claim of being colorblind). There’s something else going on.

I’ve always been impressed by folks that have a way of approaching anything from a slightly different point of view. They often come up with solutions to problems that others didn’t (or can’t) identify. They troubleshoot issues from new angles. And, they usually create new methods that replace outdated ways things have always been done.

There are times when I can focus in on projects or efforts. I have a knack—yes, I said a knack, which is a fancy way of saying I’m about as solid on explaining it as trying to understand what makes a great pair of sunglasses—for being able to sweep away clutter, zoom in on what needs to be done, and finish things off.

I can’t explain it. But then again, I also can’t tell you where your car keys are.

 

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