miroir_elegance (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} miroir_elegance) wrote,@ 2008-03-28 12:52:00 |
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Réflection, symbolisme, et lucidité.. etc.
There's this mirror, see. This mirror, which we all have, wether on the bathroom wall, in the living room, or the hallway.
And we all pass in front of it at least once. Unless we're blind, we see ourselves.
No.
We don't.
That's a lie.
We see an image, yes... a body.. a person. A man, a woman, a human. A creature. This creature has hair, eyes, a nose, it moves, it breathes. It's alive. But what is inside this creature? Organs. A heart, a brain, lungs... blood... yes, yes, of course. But even deeper, within that which we cannot see... lies the true self - the essence, what really differs us from each other, other than the most obvious physical characteristics. We cannot see this essence in the mirror, but in a person's eyes. We can sense what a person really is.
But the mirror, the mirror will always lie. We can change our appearance, sometimes drastically - with surgery and such - but we will never achieve the perfect result, the self we imagine ourselves to be.
I have often looked at people. Famous, or not. The common man or woman, or the movie star. I've always thought that they had the perfect look for who they are. Johnny Depp was a perfect pirate, just as he was a perfect demon barber. Of course, he's an actor, he gets to wear makeup and costumes to make him look more like his roles. But he still has the look for it, that which he cannot change.
On to more normal, common people...
This guy in my class, an acquaintance (as we don't talk often), wants to be a plumber. And just by looking at him, I thought that he had the plumber look. Another guy, who is a movie director (not profesionally), asked me to be in his movie. I could just tell even without talking to him that he was in the movie industry somehow. Must have been the glasses and the gelled hair. My friends, some girls, have unique personalities and I cannot imagine them, their essence, in a different looking body. I don't know... it just seems that our outward appearance matches what we reflect quite well.
I imagined my friend, who is a small, frail girl due to her medical condition, in the body of a 6 feet tall mannequin. And her personality did not match this at all. She looks like what she sounds, and is. And it's fine that way.
All of my other friends as well, all look like what I'd imagine them to be considering their personality.
But me... what about me?
Since I am myself, I cannot have a clear view of what I look and sound like. I try to imagine what other people see me as. I try, but I am myself - it won't work. And I'm not satisfied with the way I look because I don't think it matches me well. But, maybe it does? We all want to change something about ourselves, yet we keep saying our friends look fine, they shouldn't change.
It's a universal thing not to be satisfied with ourselves.
I suppose everyone's used to the way I look, and they probably don't imagine me in a different way. I just feel I haven't found myself yet. If I had a choice, I'd be an alchimist in the 14th century. And I'd probably look like Snape from Harry Potter.
I've been compared to him often, I admit... so I must not be so far off.
Isn't it true, though? That our physical shell shows who we are?
Haven't any of you ever thought, "Oh, he/she looks like a..."?
Maybe... maybe not.
But, back to this mirror. It lies, it always lies. It never shows the essence.
Maybe it's better that way. Some of us humans are horrid monsters on the inside. If the mirrors were to show this, many broken glass pieces would be laying on the floor all around the world.
In my bathroom, as well.
There's this mirror, see. This mirror, which we all have, wether on the bathroom wall, in the living room, or the hallway.
And we all pass in front of it at least once. Unless we're blind, we see ourselves.
No.
We don't.
That's a lie.
We see an image, yes... a body.. a person. A man, a woman, a human. A creature. This creature has hair, eyes, a nose, it moves, it breathes. It's alive. But what is inside this creature? Organs. A heart, a brain, lungs... blood... yes, yes, of course. But even deeper, within that which we cannot see... lies the true self - the essence, what really differs us from each other, other than the most obvious physical characteristics. We cannot see this essence in the mirror, but in a person's eyes. We can sense what a person really is.
But the mirror, the mirror will always lie. We can change our appearance, sometimes drastically - with surgery and such - but we will never achieve the perfect result, the self we imagine ourselves to be.
I have often looked at people. Famous, or not. The common man or woman, or the movie star. I've always thought that they had the perfect look for who they are. Johnny Depp was a perfect pirate, just as he was a perfect demon barber. Of course, he's an actor, he gets to wear makeup and costumes to make him look more like his roles. But he still has the look for it, that which he cannot change.
On to more normal, common people...
This guy in my class, an acquaintance (as we don't talk often), wants to be a plumber. And just by looking at him, I thought that he had the plumber look. Another guy, who is a movie director (not profesionally), asked me to be in his movie. I could just tell even without talking to him that he was in the movie industry somehow. Must have been the glasses and the gelled hair. My friends, some girls, have unique personalities and I cannot imagine them, their essence, in a different looking body. I don't know... it just seems that our outward appearance matches what we reflect quite well.
I imagined my friend, who is a small, frail girl due to her medical condition, in the body of a 6 feet tall mannequin. And her personality did not match this at all. She looks like what she sounds, and is. And it's fine that way.
All of my other friends as well, all look like what I'd imagine them to be considering their personality.
But me... what about me?
Since I am myself, I cannot have a clear view of what I look and sound like. I try to imagine what other people see me as. I try, but I am myself - it won't work. And I'm not satisfied with the way I look because I don't think it matches me well. But, maybe it does? We all want to change something about ourselves, yet we keep saying our friends look fine, they shouldn't change.
It's a universal thing not to be satisfied with ourselves.
I suppose everyone's used to the way I look, and they probably don't imagine me in a different way. I just feel I haven't found myself yet. If I had a choice, I'd be an alchimist in the 14th century. And I'd probably look like Snape from Harry Potter.
I've been compared to him often, I admit... so I must not be so far off.
Isn't it true, though? That our physical shell shows who we are?
Haven't any of you ever thought, "Oh, he/she looks like a..."?
Maybe... maybe not.
But, back to this mirror. It lies, it always lies. It never shows the essence.
Maybe it's better that way. Some of us humans are horrid monsters on the inside. If the mirrors were to show this, many broken glass pieces would be laying on the floor all around the world.
In my bathroom, as well.
