Life after all looks like a ridiculous theatre, like a cheap play that sometimes does’t make any sense at all. And again you do your make up and put on your mask. There you stand caught in the mirror, ready to come on the stage.
How often the image of ourselves that we have does not match the one seen from the outside. How often judgement that the others do about us feels mistaken. Lack of objectivity makes us dwell between other people’s image of us and that comfortable «us in the mirror» that we are used to see.