Who is That Looking at You

Posted on March 3, 2014 by James R. Yarbrough

What Could Be On Her Mind

What you see in the mirror is not always what you see when you look at you. Who you are lies inside there is no mirror that can tell who you are. Much of it is just a reflection of things that you have done to make yourself feel like who you are not. And let there be no doubt what is there when all else is peeled away. It is you for no makeup or getup can keep you up. It will not change who you are.

The Self is your makeup. It is the soul of a person, it is who you are and it does not change. Changing the reflection you see in the mirror is not what you need. An overhaul of how you think and how you feel is what you need. How you feel will change how you act and view the world around you and how you are viewed by others will change, as well.

Let how you act be the face that you show the world. Do not let how you look speak for you. It is only meant to be a compliment to who you are. It is true, let there be no doubt, makeup and a getup will not keep you up. When you act the way you look, and it does not match your inner Self, it creates pressure. And if you do not act the way you look, it will cause one to wonder whom you really are. Which face do they know?

Category: My Words of Wisdom

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What I write is inspired by the Creator. It is a natural process, not forced or coerced. It is written as it flows into my mind, and my life experiences and observations of the wonders of nature are the foundation for my insight. I am on a mission to let how I think be a voice that has not been heard. What I write and say is what I believe. My life has been a road well traveled. There have been freeways, side streets and dead ends. I have been cautioned, sped up and slowed down. I have changed lanes, merged with traffic and yielded to the right of way. I have been first at four way stops and the last to leave. I have driven through heavy rain, sunny days, and dark nights. It is after the darkest of them all, that I came to an intersection. I could pray on or move on. I now move with the traffic. I speed up when I can slow down when I should and pass when I must. Though, I am not in a hurry for life to me is not a race. We get to the end of the road soon enough. I made a decision to stay on the road of life. To take the off ramp is a thing I did not want to do. I know there is more to say than what has been said. What I have to say is not academic; I simply look at life in a way you may never have. It is how I see the world.