The vision of me is carried throughout every person I have ever crossed paths with. Even if for just a few seconds, that person gains an impression of me or a perspective on me.
The thought of hundreds of different people having a different perspective on me, truly scares me. I am a different person in everyone’s eyes, and if so, then who am I truly?
Do I even know who I am?
Maybe I am being dramatic and in reality it’s much more simple than what I think. But if everyone knows me from a different angle then what does that make me through my own eyes?
Some people find me kind and others mean, some people find me hilarious and others bland, and some people find me important and others just like a leaf in the wind, here for the second but taken away by the breeze the next.
Therefore what am I to think of myself, am I nice or mean, interesting or boring, do I even matter in the scheme of things?
If everyone has a perspective of me then am I truly myself or just figments and pieces of what others think of me? This is why perspectives scare me.
Perspectives are a point of view, and from where I stand there is many points and views of me. When I stare into a mirror I wonder if others see what I see. Most people are kind and will compliment you. But do they mean what they say?
How is it that one person finds me beautiful and another finds me completely repulsive? And which one of them is lying?
Obviously I can go with the easy route and believe those who find me a work of art, but who am I kidding, sticks and stones am I right?
I will never believe someone who looks me in the eyes and calls me beautiful, because that is just their perspective.
So am I actually beautiful or is that just what they see?
I don’t know who I am, I don’t know what I look like, and I don’t know where I stand in the importance of things.
If I were to be asked what my perspective on myself is, i’d consider myself a flower petal.
A flower petal is just a petal, it’s nothing special and it’s just what makes up a flower. But a petal on it’s own is nothing compared to a fully bloomed flower. A flower is gorgeous and enticing with it’s aroma and appearance. I am not a flower. I am a petal.
I am not gorgeous in every aspect or enticing whatsoever, but like a petal I have my moments where it can mean more than a whole flower but at the end of the day a petal withers away and gets carried away by the wind. It is not important enough to stay rooted to the grass in all its beauty.
It’s to be observed for a while and thrown away the next. I am a flower petal in my own perspectives. To some I may be the whole flower and to others I might as well be a speck of dirt.
But I guess that is the oddity of perspectives, you are a different story in every different pair of eyes.
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