self-reflection
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There is an old game people play. Two truths and one lie. Two lies and one truth. Most people think the object is fooling everyone else. It isn’t. The object has always been fooling yourself. I wandered into an old courthouse one evening that wasn’t marked on any map. It had no judge. No jury.…
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There was a little café tucked away on a side street most people never noticed. It wasn’t famous. It wasn’t trendy. It wasn’t even particularly pretty. But people kept finding their way there. Some said it was because of the coffee. Others said it was the old brick walls covered in photographs of strangers who…
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There was a town built entirely of mirrors. Not the kind hanging on walls. The kind people carried around with them. Everywhere they went, they stared into those mirrors, studying themselves, admiring themselves, defending themselves, explaining themselves. And because they were always looking at themselves, they rarely saw what was happening around them. The strangest…
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Somewhere along the way, we started speaking to the voice in the head in the third person. Not because we lost our mind. Quite the opposite. It happened because one morning, while standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing our teeth, the voice started talking again. You know the one. The running commentary. The…
