Monday, 19 May 2008

mirror mirror on the wall...

Worth should never be defined by the expectations and standards set by others upon oneself. Worth ought to always be determined by the boundaries set by no other but oneself. Ironically, that never ever happens in real life.

It is indeed truly lamentable that one's self worth is often priced to be of so little value, as if its sole purpose in life is to be stepped on by every and anyone else like a damned welcome doormat at a doorstep. Funnily enough, more often than not, we put ourselves there even though we know we are going to shoot ourselves in the brain for condemning ourselves to such an eternity of doomdom.

What do you feel like the moment you wake up to a fresh new day? What do you see when you look in the mirror, or rather, who do you see in the mirror staring back at you?

There are those who look into it a million times a day, be it to check if there is a nose hair creeping steathily out from the nostril, or to see if there is a stray hair out of place from the carefully designed and structured coif hairsprayed into that particular set composition, or to scrutinize if that painted porcelain face is still immaculately flawless as was in the morning. It certainly makes me wonder if that is all they ever really see.

Then again, there comes a point where one just stops looking at that mirror. It could be from detesting that evil omniscient item that shows everything; or, it could be from despising what, or who is seen in that reflective object; or, even worse, it could be hating that there is an absence of an actual real reflection.

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