Illiterature

Perspective: true understanding of the relative importance of things; a sense of proportion. Speaking of perspective, perspective is why I hate mirrors. Some of you might ask why, and some of you might completely understand. That is the funny thing about perspective, is it not? I do not know about you, but whenever I look into a mirror I see the truth. Reality, and for me that hurts! I constantly, continually, day by day try my best to be a good person, or at least what I think a good person is.

Then whenever I look in the mirror the truth is always revealed. Everybody’s opinion, or thoughts of who I am go right out of the window. I am just left there, to digest this reflection of somebody who is unsure in the meaning of his very own existence staring back. Hopelessness incarnate. Conduit for all things void of purpose, a let down. This is why I now use my journal as a mirror. No one else’s opinions or criticisms can be harsher than the statements I scribe to better understand myself for who I truly am, illiterate or literature? Illiterature