We live in a myriad of illusions – those that we reflect onto others and those that we have for ourselves. Often times we create these illusions from falling into the reality pit – because as we all know, it can get quite messy in there.
You take on a promising job that appears to be glamorous and exciting, because it’s the one thing that will get you up at 7am and sit through rush hour traffic. You agree to go on a date with a complete stranger in the hopes of meeting Mr. Right. You decide to invite your friends over for a nice dinner, under the impression that you can actually cook. You believe your child when he tells you he doesn’t smoke because you’ve taught him better. And if it weren’t for these illusions, you’re looking at a 9-5 job, a dud date, a burnt meal, and a possible chain smoker living under the roof.
Unfortunately, mirrors only tell half the story, because true illusions lie beneath the surface.
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