What do people see when they look at me? Do they see my true identity or just another pair of eyes, ears, a nose, and a mouth? Do they see what’s deep within my heart? My beliefs and my dreams, my goals and my accomplishments? Sadly people don’t always see what’s on the inside. People only focus on appearance, on the things that I have no control over. I didn’t get to pick my daddy’s eyes and my mamma’s nose. I got what I got and I accept that. But what I want is for others to see who I am on the inside, not only on the outside. I know who I am from the outside. I’ve studied myself in the mirror countless times wondering why it’s so hard to see past my exterior.
What I do have control over, however, are the things that lie within my heart, things that I want so badly for others to see, opening up to others my world of compassion, of thanksgiving, of tribulations. To know my dreams, my thoughts, and my loves, exploring my world of happiness. And showing others the joy I have with life. To show them that sometimes it’s all about the little things and other times, the little things couldn’t mean a thing.
I want others to really know me, know me inside and out, to know what goes on in my head and in my heart. To see that it doesn’t matter what I look like on the outside, but it’s what can’t be seen that matters most. I believe that what lies within ours hearts is the only thing that really matters, not what lies on our exterior.