Reflections
There are mirrors all around us, and we cannot see them with our eyes, but our mind knows they are there. That inner-most, subconscious mind: quiet, powerful, tight-lipped, and always watching, keeping secrets from all, including our own awareness.
These mirrors are the people all around us, those we love; those we hate, both strangers and friends; people who hurt us and those we caused pain. Everywhere we look, our eyes see their faces, but our minds see nothing but reflections of our own afflictions.
We tend to like people who exemplify the qualities we value, like-minded people who express an affinity for what we already deem true. These people give us confidence and reassurance that we are in control in an otherwise uncontrollable and unpredictable world.
We dislike those who are different from the outer persona we display. We call these people insecure, weak, disgusting, and we do this without pity or compassion, payback for reminding us of what we are trying to forget: those personal inadequacies and fears we all try to hide. How dare these people reflect our secrets out in the open for the whole world to see.
But we are not so different; we are all on the same ship drifting in an endless sea. We ought to get to know ourselves better, to make friends with all the reflections we see. Every glance stolen, a lesson learned; examining…
