Philosophical Muse : Hall of Mirrors

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I was inspired to write this post by the Wordpress Weekly Challenge titled “Worlds Colliding”.

The challenge was to share a story when we switched personas in the face of a situation or event. We wear different masks under different circumstances.

I had participated in the challenge but then it got me thinking. Instead of an anecdote, another thought came to mind – a mental musing about this subject matter told from a philosophical angle.

There are many facets / facades / masks / fronts that we put up depending on the situation that comes our way.

Take me for example.

I usually tend to be contemplative by my lonesome, toying with questions that come to mind about a lot of subject matters. But this is a sight usually shown to the person who has the most intimate connection with me. The closest person. Or those within my circle of trust.

Ironically, most people see me as a gangster due to my serious look. A couple of friends who know me a little more see my crazy, ridiculous and bombastic side. And those who know me all too well and very deeply – knows how deep the rabbit hole goes and finds the rabbit at the bottom of that hole with a broken foot trying to recover from its injuries.

When I contemplated about the many sides of me, I thought about a hall of mirrors.

You know those hall mirrors in funfairs / theme parks / circus that distort your image as you walk pass em?

The thing is, we are sort of like that hall. Our personas that are perceived by the world outside of our own are the images on those mirrors.
We have many appearances of us depending on which situation we face, which mirror we stand in front of.

People tend to only see the reflection on that mirror. Very few actually see the real person, the real you, that is standing before that mirror. Most do not bother looking past the illusion. They point and laugh and jeer at the image. They make judgements about you before realising that what they see isn’t the real you.

But then comes a beautiful part of the story.

It’s when someone opens their eyes. They step forward to touch the illusion. And they realise that it isn’t real. They turn to look around. Surrounded by a world of mirrors with varying images, they keep searching, reaching out and touching to verify.

Until their hand comes upon you, comes into contact with you.

They feel the warmth of your soul, not the cold exterior of glass. They start to reach up to your face and then look you deep in the eyes. They look within to connect to your soul, to you.
They know you, the real you. And am happy to have found you.

Every person is a mystery with a story to tell. The older the person gets, with more experiences in below their belt, the more mirrors they tend to put up.

In the end of the day, it’s about the person who is able to reach out and touch the real you amongst all the mirror images. The ones who make the effort to get to know you deeper, looking past the surface, past the illusion, at the real you.

They are the ones we should treasure.