We dare to dream of a world where anything is possible, and we shy away from fearful reality, instead finding solace in the small numbers, in the cradling arms of self-hatred. What we do not consider is that, despite our nobel prize-worthy accomplishments in the ability to stop ourselves in time, the rest of the world continues to turn without us. Once you have fallen into the mirror, it is difficult, if not impossible, to climb back out. And eventually, you’ve been in the shadowlands behind that glass so long that you start to question- why would I want to?
