"Tunnel vision is a metaphor for narrowmindedness, particularly in describing those who pursue an investigation with their conclusion already decided and proceed by only accepting evidence that supports their conclusion and excluding any evidence that contradicts their assumptions.
Tunnel vision is also a (positive) metaphor for the largely intuitive ability to focus only on what is crucial and relevant to solving a problem. To put this another way, it's the ability to ignore a distracting lack of knowledge while learning just enough to solve a problem.
The term is widely used this way in the software industry, but it must be applicable to many other disciplines as well."
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Category: Vision
So tunnel vision can be good and bad. Memories can be lost and found. Dreams can be fading and emerging. Life is a contrast. America is a melting pot. Souls are always true. Love is never false.
I got back more memories last night. Camping with my girlfriends. I remember Jewel and Debbie at Turner Falls, but someone else was there. Who else? Perhaps it will come to me...Maybe I will start to remember more of the 80's. Three camping trips. Once we left town after Jewel and I saw Richard Pryor Live at the movies. Once Jewel and I were driving down 635 and her boat came off the trailor hitch on a Sunday afternoon. I watched it move gracefully to the shoulder of the road. I remember the boat sailing on the highway and I cannot retreive the faces of my friends.
I got back Rennie and Smitty and my poker buddies and my early sobriety from making meetings. And I think from all those years of repetition.
And I wrote them down to keep them close to me. Memories restored. I told Peggy Y last month that I did not want to lose my people...... tears came to her eyes and she hugged me. She wants to keep her people close to her as well. Some of my people are her people too.
I took Peggy into the nicotine stained Alanon room. I told her that Earl who died in 1992 was in love with her. Because, he told me on a business trip and I thought she needed to know. She had guessed and I think that my memory was a blessing for both of us. There had to be a reason I remembered that...for Peggy I think. Knowing is better than guessing. Being loved no matter what the outcome is better than not loving. Earl is a part of a lot of people. I cannot put him in a box with my Dad and pretend he is only mine.
Thank God for photographs. My children at different ages. My parents when they were young. I remember when my Dad was president of American Institute of Banking. He was on Channel 5 News. From the photograph in the hallway I got back a memory. I was in my dorm room and we watched him on TV. Maybe why they wanted to Rush me the following week. But I was not a joiner.
I was a blackout drinker..... Sacrificed memories. Life hit me in the head.....Stolen dreams.
So I have tunnel vision forwards and back. But it is getting wider and light is seeping into this tunnel called my life. The thing is I have all these people bouncing around in my head. I am starting to dream in color.
