A Mirror

Our Own Judgement

There is a mirror. From your eyes you see that pristine image, freshly cleaned, beautiful reflection and you wonder if your hair is done just right. From mine it’s cracked from the center going outwards cracking ever more as it gets closer to the edge. Within each section there is a different image. Starting with the image I see then to that of which everyone else sees until they go blank. Judgement. What is it that you do wrong in life that puts you here? Why is it that being nice or being the “gentleman” causes you more trouble than not giving a f**k less about the people around you?