<p>A mirror is the predecessor to ones physical essence. What we feel and know about ourselves is absorbed and lost in the wave spectrum, never to be seen again. What image is then reflected if our outer self is lost in the void of subjugation?<br>
I have always struggled to find or place myself within a certain group of people because I fear humiliation. Inside my house I love Pokémon, but when the topic is brought up in public, I reject any form of sentiments towards it. However, my more than childish passion has allowed me to overcome the societal ignorance I forced upon myself when I learned that only losers play Pokémon. I I took it upon myself to become comfortable with what I liked and ignore a world that forces you to be homologized with every other individual.
I used to be the epitome of the stereotypic teenager who engorged himself in pop culture, and never paid attention to the life changing events that happened every day. That is my societal ignorance. I realized that compared to everyone else, I was exactly like them. And I didn’t want that. I wanted to do something that </p>
<p>A broken mirror distorts our image; an image we have tried so hard to create in our mind. When our image is reflected, we see ourselves, our imperfections; basically what defines us and makes us human beings. Our luminescence casts a halo over our imperfections, even in the darkest moments when we face uncertainty and adversity, where our essence is masked the most. Although I have struggled finding my light, my experience has taught me that my zealous passion for the things I value most is what makes me, me. Straying from the norm has given me the opportunity to move past my comfort zone and experience a life filled with countless opportunities that I intend on taking and that enough has made me proud. In this world, we can either get lost in the wave spectrum, or we can find our way out and absorb everything the word has to offer. I choose to take the latter view.</p>