Shards of glass

November 20, 2005

Reflections are something that we seem to take a lot of interest in. Mirrors, glass, shards, reflections… Are we really as narcisstic as we seem? We spend a lot of time looking at ourselves in the mirror, and at the same time, in finding pieces of ourselves reflected in others.We are drawn, some say, to people who complement us, who complete us. But doesn’t that seem to you that we just want to put our best foot forward? That we want to be seen as perfect?

There is an increaing tendency these days to go for those who are less than perfect. We go for the broken-hearted, for the people who have flaws, for those we know are not whole in mind or emotions. I don’t mean those who are deeply emotionally scarred, I mean the ones who have their hearts broken and are scared to live again.

Then again, it could just be me. It could just be that I’m attarcted to these shards of glass. I look at myself in the mirror and I think, “Damnit, I look good/bad.? When I see shards of glass though, I wonder, “Pretty. Hmm… I wonder what can I do with them??

I find it is often harder to make something out of something perfect and unblemished. I feel relunctant to do so. Yet when I see a piece of paper that is discarded for the wrong size but is still fairly pretty, I wonder what I can make with it.

Then again, some could argue that this is my way of looking for perfection in imperfection. Doesn’t imperfection read as the abbreviated version of “I’m Perfection”?

Think about it.


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