When you look at yourself in the mirror, what do you see? Do you look at yourself in the eyes and see your spirit reflected back at you, confident and eager? Or is it lost and searching? I look at people and I get curious. Wonder what your eyes are trying to tell me. Are you happy? Are you sad? Are you lost? And it’s funny. I do this all the time. I love hearing your stories. Your perspectives.
For as long as I can remember, words have been my friends. I love them when I’m putting them together. I love them even more when I was reading them put together by another soul wanting to share their light. That’s easy to do, because those are meant to be shared. But, then, there are other stories that take a bit longer to figure out, to be able to read. The stories behind the eyes of someone who looks at you with poetry waiting to come together. But….the words just don’t come.
I think about that. Why is that? Why is it that a grown woman can look into my eyes and bare her soul to me and yet somehow still hold back so much. It’s crazy really to think about. We live in a world where you can go online and post all sorts of details of yourself for the world to see and have people believing a reality of you that you want them to see. But, underneath it all, no one really knows you. You’ve built so many walls, so many layers that shelter the being that you are. That’s sad, really, when I think about it. You’re so busy trying to be a version of who you’re not, you lost yourself in the process. And that’s what I see. When I look into your eyes, I see that you’re lost.
I’m very curious. What do you see?