Reflecting on Reflection

A painter that I follow on social media made the following comment:

I don't paint what I see: I paint what I want to see.

When the painting is done, he gets to look at that, and if he enjoys looking at it, then it's a successful painting.

As a writer, I'm learning to apply a similar strategy. I write what I would like to read.

In a sense, we are all painters and writers. Our actions impact those around us, and that impact gets reflected back to us. It's mostly unconscious for me now, but I live within the knowledge that whatever I project to others will be reflected back to me.

This knowledge motivates me to project the best parts of my authentic self. It doesn't seem to work out well if I'm pretending, because it's the inauthenticity that gets reflected back.

In recent years as I've done honest work to recover from past relationship trauma, I've begun to find myself surrounded by people who seem to love me, and accept me for who I am. This was surprising to me at first, but then I realized that I'm seeing the reflection of what I do for them.

I'd be interested in hearing about ways that others have seen their actions and attitudes being reflected to them.

Comments

  • [Deleted User]RMarie (deleted user)

    These are deep thought last to ponder however, I’m going to reflect on your questions and get back to this discussion.🙂

  • Life has much to ponder, if only we will take the time to reflect.

  • @NicoSnuggs That is beautiful! I agree that it takes time.

    @RMarie Thank you for reflecting on my reflecting on reflection. 😁

  • I think you’re absolutely right, and my experience as a writer has only reinforced my feelings on this.

    The writer Ayesha Siddiqi said “Be the person you needed when you were young,” and that has always stuck with me. I have no way of going back into the past to stop horrible things from happening to me or my loved ones, and it’s been a long, at times painful process to accept that I’ve learned something—and something invaluable, at that—from all the shit. I am now well positioned to be the figure I needed desperately back then, because of everything I’ve learned from those experiences. This process of galvanization has made it easier to let certain things roll off my back, to step in as a protector for others, to be a sounding board to help people work through trauma that I’ve had to work through. In high school, I earned the nickname “Mama” from using my downtime between classes every couple of days to hang out with younger students and check in on them, encouraging them to reach out to me and each other, and to not feel like they have an insurmountable hill that they have to conquer alone.

    I’m very honest and open when I tell people that I’ve had to work hard to love myself and that I work on it every single day, and seeing them build that resolve in themselves, and being a part of their support system, is rewarding beyond words.

  • @b0nfire Thanks for what you shared! I think it's beautiful when someone else names us. They see something in us, and they describe us according to what they see. I think that is a form of reflecting. I've experienced this, with several people calling me dad, pop, pops, or uncle.

    You are certainly right about how much work it is. I agree with you about the reward, too.

  • Beautifully said ❤️

  • @b0nfire ~ That's beautiful!

    And I love this quote...

    “Be the person you needed when you were young.” ~ Ayesha Siddiqi

    Thank you.

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