Your Own Mirror

does mirror lie? - photography nico wijaya

I've been thinking a lot about my passions lately and suddenly today I got some surprising news from a fellow blogger that there's somebody who duplicate my blog in another address, along with the banner and all of my photos, and separated posts. She changed my name into hers and even changed my boyfriend's name, the place where I live, my photographer's name and else. It really wasn't a feel of anger that came in my mind, but a tickle of amused, funny feelings. I thought it was ridiculous that she even impersonated my Facebook account and twitter under her name, even also bothered herself to display all of my sponsor on the sidebar. She really copied almost everything. I talked with some friends and I tweeted about it as well, telling people not to be confused with this fake account because she (or he? well, somebody then) often visiting other blogs and leaving comments. Suddenly I received huge response from my followers and friends telling me how I should better report this person, and that I don't have to be worried because I've got their supports... My heart felt warm and I was overwhelmed in that circle of affection. Most of them are my readers, and despite the fact that we basically are strangers, I really feel like knowing these people and hoping for the returning good karma as a retaliation of their kindness (thank you, so much, everyone of you!). 

Beside, remembering about how funny it is to have somebody that pretend to be me, I suddenly gather a strange sensation of pity - this person, could have some bad experience in life that makes her hating her own self. If we love ourselves enough, why would we waste our time to copy other people? And, in other side, why should we claim other's pictures and words as our creation? To impress people? To be satisfied of getting other's adoration for being somebody else but ourselves? What it's all about is more than lie - it's a lie to your own self, and it's just the worse among all.

I don't have a perfect life even I have the so-called pretty pictures. On my twitter timeline you will find how I have to deal through failures, broken-hearts, past memories, family troubles, backstabbers, fake friends, punishments, hard-revising thesis. I don't mind being as pretty as Zooey Deschanel or as stylish as Alexa Chung, for instance, but it never guarantee that I will be a happy person being them. So I am happy to be me, never less than I am happy for Zooey or Alexa for being themselves. And the only way to pursue happiness is by first of all recognizing who you are. You are your only true friend, so get to know yourself well and start to love any bits of it. I don't know who and what happened behind this person who copied myself, but I really hope that she read this post and knows that I don't hate her for being me. I might hate her for not loving herself instead. I always believe that God creates us with a special message within, and this life is somehow our journey to find that messages hidden inside ourselves by seeing our reflections in others. The way we make relationship with our family, our friends, our society - those all lead to somewhere inside our soul, because actually this life will be a big nonsense when we never try to connect the world with ourselves.  

So whoever you are, out there, I really hope you'll find a way to embrace your unique self and love it at the very maximum extent... People around you is just a pseudo-reflections and the strongest one comes from your own mirror - Yourself is your very true reflection. :)

One of my favorite line from my fellow blogger Diana : Be 100% original. We can!