I Can’t See My Face

Looking into the mirror, I’m able to note every physical characteristic of my being. I know the color of my eyes, I know the shape of every scar and blemish, and I know exactly what body my innards are controlling to walk this Earth. I live in a world where it’s possible to know who I am just by looking through a series of photographs, films, and mirrors. I’m not afraid of who I am because I know exactly what people are looking at when they look at me.

I’m beginning to think of a world where physical reflection, photographs, and film footage didn’t exist.

If this were the case, I can look down and see nearly everything from my shoulders down to my feet. Yet, I’d live my entire life without ever knowing my facial characteristics. I can pick hairs off from the top of my head to get an idea about other characteristics.  I could also trace the outline of the bones that provide structure, but I’ll never see the face that hosts the eyes responsible for visualizing the world for me. Imagine living your entire life being able to see everything but your own face. Everyone else can see your face, but you’re left in the dark for the rest of your existence. Sometimes what you don’t see is scarier.

You could always ask somebody to draw your face so that you could get an idea. However, you’re going to get a wide range of quality from the many people you ask. Some will only be able to draw a stick figure with a circular head, and simple dashes to represent the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. Some will be able to draw a near photo-realistic portrait, but it’s open to interpretation. They could have drawn everything exactly as they have seen, or they’ve made a few adjustments, purposely deceiving you. Would you trust somebody else to tell you who you really are? No, only you know who you really are.

Mirrors: Inanimate Life

If there’s anything in this world that isn’t deceptive, it’s a mirror. It’s the best at mimicking the actions of the real world flawlessly. In a sense, a mirror knows the world better than you do in a physical way. It’s an incredible artist with the brilliant talent of showing you a photographic image, animating you and everything else around. In a way, it’s better than a friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, or any category of human being because it doesn’t lie to your face for personal gain. I applaud the mirror for bringing me together with the person that I really am…on the outside.

That’s its one flaw. It is spot-on with visuals, but is incapable of mirroring the psychology and the perplexing details of your inner self. While it may be a flaw, you shouldn’t be concerned. It can’t manipulate your feelings about yourself and the world, you’re doing this to yourself. The mirror is innocent, it tests your willingness to accept the truth. Hopefully you aren’t relying on a mirror to tell you who you really are on the inside and out. Are you really going to take your frustration out on an inanimate object? However, it isn’t exactly inanimate to the fullest. It’s lifeless, yet projects and animates life. It can visualize the love between you and your significant other, it can stare back at you with your own smile, among other things. It may be able to see and show our physical affection for one another, yet it’s quite possible we don’t feel very similar on the inside. I can smile into the mirror, yet on the inside my feelings are destructive.

We constantly lie to the one who is incapable of deception. Just imagine what a mirror does when you’re turned around and not even looking. Is the mirror a backstabber, stooping to the level of humanity when we aren’t looking? If anything, it doesn’t want to show us what monsters we really are, and it doesn’t want to show the world for what it is: descending into chaos at the hands of monsters.

Mental Error

Embrace your insanity. It is in these times when your mind is at its utmost creative state. It manipulates the reality in front of you, creating an entirely new world for you to explore. This vision may be beautiful or it can be utterly terrifying to the point that your insanity is most destructive.

Look out into the world and see what’s really there, then edit it until you see fit just like any talented artist would. Your mind is a cluster of many different colors of paint working towards a beautiful masterpiece. With this tool, you can do anything, there are no limits whatsoever. The world in front of you isn’t as complete as your own mind; your own mind has created the world in front of you. This is the reason you and I don’t see eye to eye on numerous occasions, because our minds are at work producing two different pieces of artwork. The ideas may seem similar but the art succumbs to the realm of interpretation.

You see nothing but a lovely woman making her way into your heart. I see a lovely young woman making her way into your heart, only to suffocate it with the monstrosity within her.

You see nothing but wonderful colors the leaves of the tree emit in the glow of spring weather. I see past the beautiful colors and see it for what it used to be in its ugly history. Many lives were lost at this site.

You see nothing but the entirety of the beautiful world in front of you, beholding many mysteries ahead. I see the same world, yet a creature so demonic blocks my view of it as he stands in front of me, staring intently into my eyes with a red glow.

Is this truly a mental error? I’m not going to question my own mind. It works with my heart to keep me alive, so I’m not allowed to question it. I’m just going to agree with its projections. I’m not crazy, my mind is just an entirely different artist on its own.