I look into myself, without knowing how or why. It is clear to me, that it is just something that I always needed to do, but that I have been ignoring. There is a mirror in front of me. It shows me. It shows me every bit of myself, when I am in front of it, when I am opening my eyes, and when I am looking into my eyes. I try to escape from myself. But I am afraid of being judged by others. To not be judged by others, I have to know, whether I look similar to others. To know it, I have to check myself in front of the mirror, even though it is the last thing that I would like to do. I try to escape from myself. How? I am not sure. How can one escape from oneself, without knowing what oneself is? What am I? Who am I? What am I made of? Why do I exist at this moment, at this place? Or better to ask is, why do I exist? Eventually, to know who I am, I have to tell about myself. What are my fears, what are my eyes saying, what do I look like, and which feelings am I feeling now? What do I look like when I am happy, sad, angry, upset, afraid? How would I react to the situation? Which experiences are making me who I am right now? Am I, when I do not know any answers to the questions? Do I exist, just because I exist? All the waves of thought are coming at me, whenever I am looking into the mirror. The views are harassing me. I cannot run away from them anymore. What can I do, to not know about me? Or is it just nonsense? Then the thought came. With the broken pieces of the mirror, I could see myself better. Through the pieces, there will be distorted images from the bits of myself. However, I am not whole. Rather, the distorted images show me better who I am. In reality, I am one person. At least, it might seem so. But I am a mixture of various factors. My eyes are different than the nose, the mouth, or the ears. All the factors are so different yet so important in their ways. One thing I am sure about is, that they are not seen “correctly” through the real images, but with the distorted ones. I look into myself again. The broken pieces show me. I still do not know how or why. I will have to keep looking at me until I think, that I know of myself. It does not matter, whether it is something possible or not.
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