Me and the Mirror: Who Am I Really?
Each morning, I stand before the mirror — a simple act, repeated without thought. But today, I pause. I stare, not to adjust a collar or tame a stray hair, but to see. Not what’s on the surface, but what lies beyond it. And then the question rises within me like a whisper echoing from a deeper place: Who am I — the person outside the mirror, or the one reflected within? The person outside — this body, this face, these eyes — is tangible. Others recognize it, name it, and interact with it. It is what the world knows of me. But the one inside the mirror, silently gazing back, feels more mysterious. Is it merely a reflection, or is it the truest version of myself? Detached from pretense, unaffected by performance. There’s a strange duality in our existence — the external self molded by society, expectations, success, and roles, and the internal self — raw, private, often hidden, even from those closest to us. Take Spider-Man, for example. Peter Parker stares at himself in the mirror, torn...