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Through the Looking-Glass of Distortion
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” — Anaïs Nin
Numerous times have I felt as if occupying a stranger’s body — I hadn’t any clue or memories of my past encounters or knowledge I’ve obtained over the years. I often felt as if a blank canvas without a single drop of paint to show for the life I’ve lived.
A majority of my life, I’ve lived insecure and doubtful of myself at every corner. Years of reinforcing that I was never up to standard and always chose the wrong path may be the reason of this.
I recently questioned myself on my lack of confidence and validation as I compared my sentiments towards the [wo]man in the mirror vs. her accomplishments…something wasn’t aligning.
I realized, through every moment of my life, I had taken on the perspective of others, internalizing it into my own personal world as it contrasted all I’ve come to know and experience, causing my memories of past existence and encounters to reach zero.
Ambiguity is the only constant within reality — I often believe reality to cease to exist all together because of this. No two realities are the same; it’s exceedingly subjective and varies upon countless aspects from the person perceiving it.
