In the gloomy and tranquil night when I am unable to slumber, I grasped a mirror and looked myself from it. I closed my eyes, and with clearness stimulated by relaxation my disappointments and faults tend to emerge before me like apparition from the past. I opened up my eyes and even more I find myself mirrored in almost every people I met. With a kind of unreasonable persistence the mirror reflected thoughts and showed it off corner to corner from the screen of my mind. I see the faults I have seen in others are but reflections of my own. Their flaws, shortcomings and weaknesses, to certain extents are mine too. Perchance, some of my failures have not been as unpleasant or as evident as theirs but there were times I acted the way I shouldn’t supposed to. Even though my letdowns seem less deliberate and I am not the same in some degrees or explicit ways for people who have not acted in total integrity and complete morality I am guilty too of my own imperfection. I see myself reflected in a mirror and without speaking confesses the secrets of my soul . . . the truth that I am.“The mirror will reflects back to the thinker what he thinks into it.”
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