“Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.”
You and I, can heal, cure, transform, and inspire. We’re all storytellers. Constantly passing by other individuals, rarely taking a moment out to simply gauge that each one of them has a whole universe about them, consuming them. We’re too “busy” to reflect, to process or to empathise. For all those we do know, we judge. Judging is a relative term, isn’t it? We hold ourselves in a certain regard and in accordance to it do we view what’s around us. We also act in accordance, as we know we are constantly being judged by people around us. Our true nature reserved for when we are alone, not judged thus uninhibited. That is who you really are and that might just be more repugnant than what you pretend to condemn while playing your assumed role.