The silver Range Rover caught my attention as we waited for the light to change and could continue our Sunday drive in opposite directions.
I noticed their hair, the same color of night, while their skin shone pale in contrast.
Outward appearance perfectly matching.
The matching couple matched smiles at each other, their pearly teeth glowing.
Their outward perfection matched.
I couldn’t help but wonder if inside matched too.
And their children? Were they perfectly dark, pale and glowing? Miniatures of the perfect parents.
I pictured their house, perfectly manicured and coiffed like them.
I imagined what their life must be like. Perfect, carefree perfection.
The light changed.
Our silver cars passed each other. Theirs, perfect. Mine, flawed. For a moment, in the intersection, they met.
Still flashing each other black, pale and perfect, the couple drove off in a direction completely opposite from mine. Seemingly oblivious to the imperfections around them.
I couldn’t help but wonder, when someone is sitting at a light, waiting to go the opposite direction from me and my dull, silver car and wild, unkempt hair…
What sort of perfection do they see?
I really liked this – but now I will forever wonder what others see when they look over at me at the intersection. Somehow, I’m thinking perfection will not enter the equation.
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I wonder this constantly. What people think when they see me. How I come off.
But everyone is fighting an invisible battle.
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What a beautiful post. I had a somewhat similar experience this weekend. I stopped at a house for a few moments to pick up my daughter and encountered a perfect family: down to the last detail the home was spotless, tastefully decorated and perfect. The mom and dad both were beautiful physical specimens in exquisite shape and carefully groomed — not a hair out of place. Each of their children is cover girl beautiful. I wondered what it must be like from the inside. Do they feel content? Are they happy? When you have it all, what are your dreams?
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