Who we are is often defined by how others see us.

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Most of the time, we care little about what their eyes see. The
universe is our own, and we are it's bright and life-affirming centre.
The worlds of everyone else revolve around us, for we are the
end-all-be-all of existence. Yet when worlds collide, sparks fly. Be
they sparks of love or friendship, rivalry or hatred, remains to be
seen. When two people meet, neither one leaves as they once were. A
part of them is forever changed. This change may forever shape the
universe they once knew to be their own security.
Other people are not so easily fooled by our own delusions. They
will react, and in the end that reaction will determine how we shall
interact with them. No lies will hide the truth of what we are. Others
will know the truth. But the truth itself may lead to an end to the
lies. The darkness of night inevitably leads into the rays of a rising
sun.
But will that need for change be welcomed by those who must
undergo a metamorphosis, or will it be refused as one decides that the
universe as they know it is the only way to live?
Call someone your enemy. Tell the world that they're a monster.
Consider them worth destroying. But be careful: the face of the
monster you so wish to destroy will one day come out into the light
for all to see.
And you might be confronted with the very face that is your own.