Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

It's amazing what you can find when you really see inside yourself. And maybe that's such a cliche it's almost redundant, or maybe it's a concept so over dramatic and abstract that you can scarcely find a way to wrap your head around it. But regardless of your feeling on the matter, somehow it always seems to prove true. The things we say and do seem to reflect what we're thinking and feeling, and often they so closely resemble such that even we ourselves are fooled into believing that said reflection holds true.

But sometimes it takes something more than our own eyes staring back at us to really see our own reflection. Suddenly we realize that what we'd thought we'd needed and what we'd so often said we'd wanted was in fact in total conflict with what our true self desired. It was as if we had been wearing someone else's glasses and our vision had been impaired by the wrong prescription in the lenses, and yet the comedy of such a comparison lies in that it wasn't another's spectacles that kept us from seeing the truth, but our own eyes.

Perhaps the beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but the understanding is in the eye of the beheld. You see, we may know what we are thinking, but who are we to know what we are really feeling?