In The Eyes of an Elephant
Title: In The Eyes of an Elephant (Taeyeon-Centric)
Rating: PG
A/N: Rough draft, super quick write up.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been able to recognize myself.”
Taeyeon pauses briefly, leaning back into her plush chair to think on how she should elaborate. It’s a simple question. It’s one of those questions. Six years. Six years they’ve all been together, and they always make it seem like it’s been an eternity.
“Do you recognize yourself from six years ago?”
Well, yes, she can certainly ascertain that the scrawny young thing dancing around with arms pumping in the air is her. But even then she’d looked in the mirror every day that year and wondered who on earth was staring back. Fast forward six years later, and she still does that. But it’s not an appropriate confession to make in its entirety.
“I think it’s hard for anyone to really recognize themselves,” she says.
Her hair is blonde. It was black, six years ago. She doesn’t know whether it’ll ever be black again. Someone next to her is fidgeting with their bracelet and she makes a point of ignoring it to express her thoughts.
“We carry a perception of ourselves which we recognize, but honestly whether that’s our actual, true selves is the question. When we look in the mirror, who we see in the mirror isn’t necessarily us; it’s a reversed image. We see a reversed image of whoever we are, and that can be quite shocking for people whose traits aren’t symmetrical. Like that, your entire perception of yourself can shift when you’re not looking at yourself from your own point of view.”
“Well, that’s an interesting point!”
Everyone laughs at her cleverness, and moves on. But Taeyeon is stuck. She is stuck on the thought.
The aspects of her face are symmetrical. When she looks in the mirror, it is her staring back.
Yet she cannot discern the features; she can’t claim them as herself.
She’s uncertain about things and it is why she looks and is filled with doubt, despite knowing better.
Is this really the reality I am facing? She wonders. Milky white skin. Almond eyes. And a noble forehead. Pretty features that all will soon be gone because time is a real con artist in that way, stealing youth like a thief in the night.
It’s at these times when having to stare into the face of the matter that she wishes she had Tiffany’s blind, yet passionate faith, Jessica’s duality, Or even Seohyun’s rationality, among all else.
But instead, all she has is herself, though it’s a mystery of what that necessarily entails.
No better than an elephant, she can hardly see 20 meters in front of her, much less perceive the entire depth and weight of everything that is happening around her- to her.
She’s blind, but even a blind elephant can lead.
A blind elephant can lead its pack and inevitably arrive at a destination, even without the ability to see.
The End.
Rating: PG
A/N: Rough draft, super quick write up.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been able to recognize myself.”
Taeyeon pauses briefly, leaning back into her plush chair to think on how she should elaborate. It’s a simple question. It’s one of those questions. Six years. Six years they’ve all been together, and they always make it seem like it’s been an eternity.
“Do you recognize yourself from six years ago?”
Well, yes, she can certainly ascertain that the scrawny young thing dancing around with arms pumping in the air is her. But even then she’d looked in the mirror every day that year and wondered who on earth was staring back. Fast forward six years later, and she still does that. But it’s not an appropriate confession to make in its entirety.
“I think it’s hard for anyone to really recognize themselves,” she says.
Her hair is blonde. It was black, six years ago. She doesn’t know whether it’ll ever be black again. Someone next to her is fidgeting with their bracelet and she makes a point of ignoring it to express her thoughts.
“We carry a perception of ourselves which we recognize, but honestly whether that’s our actual, true selves is the question. When we look in the mirror, who we see in the mirror isn’t necessarily us; it’s a reversed image. We see a reversed image of whoever we are, and that can be quite shocking for people whose traits aren’t symmetrical. Like that, your entire perception of yourself can shift when you’re not looking at yourself from your own point of view.”
“Well, that’s an interesting point!”
Everyone laughs at her cleverness, and moves on. But Taeyeon is stuck. She is stuck on the thought.
The aspects of her face are symmetrical. When she looks in the mirror, it is her staring back.
Yet she cannot discern the features; she can’t claim them as herself.
She’s uncertain about things and it is why she looks and is filled with doubt, despite knowing better.
Is this really the reality I am facing? She wonders. Milky white skin. Almond eyes. And a noble forehead. Pretty features that all will soon be gone because time is a real con artist in that way, stealing youth like a thief in the night.
It’s at these times when having to stare into the face of the matter that she wishes she had Tiffany’s blind, yet passionate faith, Jessica’s duality, Or even Seohyun’s rationality, among all else.
But instead, all she has is herself, though it’s a mystery of what that necessarily entails.
No better than an elephant, she can hardly see 20 meters in front of her, much less perceive the entire depth and weight of everything that is happening around her- to her.
She’s blind, but even a blind elephant can lead.
A blind elephant can lead its pack and inevitably arrive at a destination, even without the ability to see.
The End.