If I close my eyes, will I see better?
If I close my ears, will I listen better?
If I shut my mouth up, will I speak better words?
Sometimes I wonder, what the blinds see; for they see with their hearts, not with their eyes anymore.
The sight of our eyes is limited; it depends on the light. Without light, we see none.
What do you see when you look at me under the bright light of the day?
What don't you see?
Because most of the time, what you don't see with your eyes is what matters.
Look at your reflection on the mirror. Do you see you? The real you? The true you?
Close your eyes, now, and can you see what you saw on the mirror?
Can you even see the real you? Is it the you other people see when they look at you? Or the you that others fail to see?
How can you meet people, introducing yourself to the them, yet you don't even know who you are?
Or maybe you knew, yet you refuse to be the real you, because it is easier to fit in when people like what they see?
We are better at being the fake us, than at being the real us.
Because the fake us will only have fake problems--like costumes that we can take off by the end of the day.
And we are so afraid to see the real us; scared to find that we are not as perfect as the world wants us to be.
Everytime we look at other people's face, we judge. We expect. Expectation is judging.
I'm trying, yes, still trying, to find the real me. The me I have always been; not the me I was expected to be.
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