Looking in the mirror can feel both amazing and terrible at the same time. For really in this moment an eschewed image of you is revealed through the tiny hole of how you chose to view it. The mind’s thinking bends the reality it views, for you never really see life as for actuality. You nor your best friend see yourselves true, for you see the best in each other. That is all life is, ever chasing an image. Life is but seeing yourself in a memory of a perception ever lagging beyond accuracy in every second.