pieces of a broken mirror

There exists an innate desire in every single one of us, to possess a certain trait of someone else who is sitting right next to us, be it a boy or girl. It can be his/her charming personality, his/her extroverted nature, or even his/her good looks. We are never self-satisfied. We always compare ourselves with others, and our faces fall whenever we realise that we can never be as good as someone else in a certain aspect. It's an irony; we grumble about our parents constantly comparing us with a better student in class, and yet we constantly compare ourselves with others all the time.

It's true, everyone is probably superior over everyone else around us in a certain aspect, but we don't have the belief nor the mindset to find out what it is. We dwell in our self-pity, of realising that we are always losing to someone else, to find out our world is a complex one in which we can never find solace in others nor ourselves, where a broken mirror is an apt reflection of our individual wholeness. We laugh when others tell jokes, we cry when watching a sad movie, but innately, we want to be the one who tells the joke, we want to be the one in the sad movie, the prince charming or beautiful princess who will eventually attain the perfect ever-after ending in the movie. We are all weak, but some choose to hide it and some don't. Either way, I respect both decisions. Choosing to hide your weakness to portray a happy demeanour is a show of strength, no matter how superficial it may be, and I respect you for it. Choose not to hide it, and you're being truthful to yourself, but the next stage is to overcome it so that you can move forward in your life. Otherwise, you will stay in the shadow all your life, and never achieve where your potential could have brought you.

People create a reality, and then become victims of that reality. We look to someone else, a teacher, someone who we believe can alter our state of mind and pass us knowledge. We trust blindly in those who guide us, believing that they know more than we do. They don't. We just don't want to know what we already know.

The Witch of Portobello is a great read, really.

Too bad I don't practise anything i preach.