Mirrors

Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?

                                              
I felt sad for the Evil Queen sometimes. To put all your faith on a piece of glass...
What happens if it shatters?

The story doesn't really end there though does it?

After all we can travel through the looking glass:

Traveling through the mirror, wouldn't it just be a reflection of our own world?


Find what we desire most:

Why is a mirror the one to show us that? Does it mean that the answer is inside of us?


or fall in love like Narcissus:

I read something interesting once, it was a new ending to the tale of Narcissus. After he died, the wood nymphs came out to mourn and saw that the lake had transformed into a lake of salt water.
They asked they asked the lake why it wept.  
It said it was weeping for Narcissus.
They responded that they also wept for beautiful Narcissus
and the Lake asked if Narcissus was beautiful.
The lake should know better than anyone though, should it?
But it responded that it wept not because Narcissus was beautiful.
But because it could see it's own beauty reflected in his eyes.

Strange new take, but for some reason it struck me.
Just as the Lake was a reflection, so was Narcissus.
Which one was truly beautiful?

Mirrors to me are quite a different thing though.

Let us be grateful to the mirror for revealing to us our appearance only.
                                                                             ---Samuel Butler 
There it is. A mirror reflects the surface of things, not the truth of things.  We look to mirrors to reveal things, to show us things.
Perhaps what a mirror shows is simply what we see, the surface of things.

How we interpret that is entirely up to us.
Regardless what is shown in a mirror is not the whole truth, it is a weak mimicry at best.

Mirrors are meant to show your soul when you look into them, but I don't think that's true.
Can a simple reflection encompass the depth of a soul?

I choose not to believe so, instead I choose to believe that mirrors will show us our outer selves.

And we have to do the actual work to discover our inner selves.

Mask

Mask (Noun) - a covering for all or part of the face, worn to conceal one's identity

        ?It's an interesting definition isn't it                

I'm lying, it isn't.

But Masks are interesting.

So many Characters have worn them:

So many different reasons; to be a hero, a disfigured man in love, a hidden king.  Each of these characters wore masks.

I found their stories interesting, because they all needed to hide themselves from the world.

Part of me wonders how effective they were in the end though...

After all no matter what type of mask it is, they eyes are always showing.

Is it so you can see the world?

Or so that the world can see you?

Masks have changed a bit, they've gotten trickier:

They've become permanent. 

I can't really fault people for it though, because in the end they're just turning what's invisible into what's tangible.

I think I'd be a hypocrite if I judged them, because the truth is that we all wear masks.

The clown face drawn on the mask is not a tiger
Always smiling, the angle of the lips never changing
Always wishing everyone to be happy as his birthday wishes
But the concerned greetings and hugs always feel like negative 10 degrees

He's full of vagueness and his expressions change habitually
His expressions are only skin deep anyways
He's full of mystery and he performs habitually
Turing the illusionary truth into disarray

Under the clown mask you are happier then everybody
But you can't hide, the redness around your eyes
The clown mask shows an expression of innocence
Hypnotizing you to sleep in a boundless dream

Who can see my real face?
The pain of not tearing, smiling yet not really
Who can see my real face?
Do a magic trick and take the mask off

Whether we choose for our masks to remain hypothetical or not, we all wear one. What is the face we present to the world if not a mask?  It's not wrong or terrible, simply true. Unless you present all of yourself to the world the side that you show is your image; your mask.

I said this before though, it's not wrong or terrible.
I don't think that masks are always fake.

It's just that sometimes they aren't the whole truth.

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Dreams

      All human beings are also dream beings.  Dreaming ties all mankind together.                                -Jack Kerouac                                                                                                                                                  

                        

       I remember a time when I used to dream... But of what?
     

                                         I've ridden a dragon to the moon:

                                      Spoken to faeries with wings made of light:

               

                                              I think I've even become a shadow:

               
         These dreams were always very special to me or at least they must have been because they've stayed with me until now. But these dreams are no longer dreams to me, now they are memories.

         Because one day my dreams started disappearing and now I don't see anything when I sleep.
   
         Where did they go?

        Where did my dreams go?


A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
                                         - Oscar Wilde

      I think this quote tells you more than I ever could, what are we without dreams? What am I?  Lost is the answer and I thank Mr. Wilde for being kind enough to give it to me.

     Because dreams are more than images to me, they are our souls trying to speak to us.  Our subconscious trying to communicate and how can we find ourselves when we lose that?  People may think that I'm being silly or exaggerating this but it's what I truly feel.  The dreams that I lost weren't just the ones that I had when I was asleep...

       I had dreams like this once too, but where they are now I have no idea.  I can't tell you when these dreams left me, they were gone long before I realized that they were missing.   If I were to describe it I would say that the feeling was rather pathetic, isn't it pathetic not to dream?  Before these dreams were what filled up my future, but now the future looks more like this:

It's rather bleak isn't it?

     I hate this feeling of worry, the fear of being unsure about your future.  But even worse than that, is not caring and sometimes it seems like the future doesn't matter at all to me and that's what I hate the most.  When I can look at that picture above me and not care that it's my future, that's what I hate more than anything.  

     What can I do about it though?

Versaemerge - Clocks

"since that clocks first tick
a dark hue and fear driven lives
its only real till it ends
as the stars fall, on our heads
call the wind the thief for stealing their prayers

look at us shake the sky
pulling the whites from my eyes
and as the hands are spinning
they're waving good-bye
a test for more, is what youre striving for
as we sleep, we walk"

      I understand that I can't blame anyone else for losing my dreams, they were mine and I let them go.  I'm still sad though, because now I'm wandering without knowing where I am going.  It's scary and sad and sad I don't know what to do about it.

      Dreams used to mean hope to me; they meant hope for the future. In a way that answers both changed and stayed the same.

     If you were to ask me what I'd say now I would still say hope.

    Because I hope to dream again someday.

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Welcome

   You've already been warned once before but I'll say it again, this journey is not for the faint of heart.  If you wish to proceed gather your courage and let us continue on this adventure together... With any luck, by the end of it I'll have discovered myself.