Looking in. Staring out. Sometimes, we just can’t bring ourselves to be content. When you look in or stare out, I hope you’d see your reflection on the glass window. That’s all that you have.

Never think that you’re simply settling. Or think that you’re missing out. Or that you’re incomplete. What you see reflected — it’s good. It’s yours. It ought to be enough.

What you should be wary about is finding yourself holding onto an illusion. I wouldn’t want to be forever lost in figuring out whether if I was actually outside, looking in or inside, staring out.

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