Stand in front of the mirror and wonder who I'm seeing is pretty much a good way to mess up my psychological and emotional stability. Funny, but when I do that, I just realize how little I want others to know the REAL me and how high the walls I built surrounding myself.
It's so pitiful because no matter how open I am to someone- even to my bestest bestfriend, there will always be a part of me that I am not willing to share- that part will remain a secret between me and myself. Perhaps because I am afraid that it will be rejected. But whatever reason I have, that will always be a mystery - my very own mystery - that I need to solve.
Absurd? Not really. Whether we admit it or not, at some level, each of us has a part that is unreachable. We can share this part to our chosen few. But until then, it will be a part that is inaccessible to anyone.
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