Through the Looking Glass

"The important thing about a problem is not its solution, but the strength we gain in finding the solution."
-Unknown

Have you ever felt like everyone is watching you with a magnifying glass; watching your every single move? Have you ever felt like the weight of the world is on your shoulders; with a weight, a pressure, to satisfy everyone in that world? Whether you answer yes or no to the questions above all I can say is this: it straight-up sucks. There are numerous examples to describe how I feel, but I'll sum it up in a sentence. I feel as if everyone is judging me. And I am easily the biggest hypocrit, considering the fact that I constantly tell people not to care about what others think, but I cannot help it. It's only human, I guess.

About a month ago, a really special friend of mine taped an Emily Dickenson poem on my bedroom window. Whenever I am upset, I open the blinds to read this poem, in hope for answers. This poem is taped on my window; a window made of translucent glass (I don't know if that's an oxymoron, but that is besides the point). As the window is translucent in appearance, I hope my answers will become translucent in hindsight. I just want this magnifying glass, this weight, out of my perspective, out of my life; and in turn I want a window of hope.

A window to see answers; a window to feel faith.