When you are a mirror-person, you happen to hear the phrase from others – “Oh, we are so much alike, and you are even worse than me!….” Ironic distortion.
People whose personalities and actions tend to push our buttons or who get under our skin are generally our pronounced teachers. They serve as our mirrors and illuminate what needs to be revealed, about ourselves and the path we are now on. Magnified pictures of our weaknesses and deficiencies, surrogates, stuffed feelings, repressed emotions. Your hallucinations, illusions and ancient fears are boldly staring in your face. When there is only one denominator – you. The other is only expressing your own otherness. Those are very clear moments that teach us where it is we are holding back. What to unleash, change, balance or heal. Declustering. Shifting Perspectives.
“When the student is ready the teacher will appear. When the student is truly ready… The teacher will Disappear.”
How many masks do we wear… This is how a person talks with a mother, so with a best friend, such a syllable appears when we talk with a loved one… Sometimes we are wearing a mask or few even in our own internal dialogue. The most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves. Maybe they are not even masks – this is how the mechanism of understanding is arranged… You connect with someone on their wave – to know, recognize, empathize. How many waves are we riding simultaneously… Almost a scary thought. Though In essence, we just know how to accept and understand the rules of the game. “Games people play, people that play games.” Mastering compartmentalization. Fully present, but detached. The most eloquent stories are created by cynics.
The proximity between people does not arise because they are ideally suited to each other, but because they start to recognize each other… Because they begin to empathize with what the other (and yourself) were or are going through.
The trial and error method works. Mainly it is when you’ve got a precipitate tendency to adjust your conclusions to random situations, instead of experiencing these situations and not running ahead led by a primal defense mechanism. How many times we have done this before…
Somewhat a skeptical smirking researcher by nature I am. The mechanisms of various behavioral algorithms are truly fascinating. Not forgetting to indulge in self-mocking irony on the way.
Looking at photos, made over last few years – something that at first sight appears the same, shifts nevertheless. New books on your shelves, new conclusions, new meetings, experiences, trials, attempts, escapades… And stepping forward. Even though sometimes thinking that moving in circles. And always on the edge.
Time goes by. A fat dot. Changing so much and quickly that hardly even pausing to register it. These changes are noticed by your close ones. You are so flawed and imperfect. So many dubious layers. You are in itself a miracle of nature or a natural disaster.