That whole “The eyes are the window of the soul” thing is often true. I know I tend to thoughtless transparence in terms of eye contact. However, a lifetime of being the pleaser, the performer, of being trained to display emotions at will makes me feel a bit outside of this trope.
Sure, it is easy for me to deceive, but I am disinclined to do so.
And interestingly, I am an absolutely shitty, shitty liar.
I am always surprised by this. Isnâ€™t all theater, at its heart, a type of lie? I’m not REALLY the queen of a city under siege / woman disguised at the pope / a worked in a haunted slaughterhouse / a supernatural undersea witch, am I?
No, and yes.
The way I approach life is to be as in the moment and find as many connections as possible. A great deal of this can be accomplished by finding that within you that IS real. While I don’t have to BE any of those characters, part of me IS. Emotions are universal and life is as huge as the cosmos and as small as the flagellum on a protozoan and both things are the same size, in many ways.
When you look into someone’s eyes, their naked gaze, as it were, what are you seeing?
What you want to see?
What they want you to see?
Yourself reflected back?