A Book by its cover.

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Seven Billion people inhabiting this world, amongst them how many people do you think actually know who you are?  Do You know who you are? When as a child, you looked at your reflection in the mirror, what came to your mind? Did your interior form resemble your external being? A lot of questions…I know.

Personally, when I look at my reflection, I find it to be limited compared to who I actually am- A formless entity as vast as can be, growing with each new peice of knowledge and a verse of music. But on the outside I seem docile, quiet, mostly a listner – an introvert. When you mingle with peers, you get to learn about different versions of yourself from them, one of them thinks you’re funny, another one finds you weird. Sometimes you get lucky and find a friend who accepts all your awkward and strange facets as they do your praise-worthy qualities, but even then, they don’t know you wholly, do they? We too don’t actually realise who are these mysterious,formless creatures that we associate with and how much potential they have of astonishing us through late night conversations of self-revelation.

Decorating our outer presence to make ourselves feel more at home in our skin is a good thing. Wearing generic clothes due a deep-seated subconcious need of fitting in with the pop culture or standing out from the rest with a refusal to colour within society-drawn outlines by injecting pink ink in one’s skin but without any follow through of the punk chick outfit routine, dressing for comfort inspite of negative attitudes, adding dye to your hair becuse your aura feels purple, etcetera. The people of the world judge you and they can…but fret not, their perceptions of you can’t pull you down if you are perfecly satisfied with whoever you are. We are not stagnant entities, our lives may be but that doesn’t reduce how enchanting and wonderful a person you are or the kindness you have in you or the brilliance of your mind.

I know, its cliched but through much pondering and wondering, I’ve realised that that the only way to be happy is to love oneself irrespective of what others think because a book is much more than its cover.

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