Have you ever thought about how many people in the world have similar faces to you? Perhaps they stole your face? Maybe there is a database out there with pictures of every kind of face, unnamed and named a like. Have you ever seen the episode of Seinfield where a window dummy looks just like Elaine? That’s pretty much what I mean.
Faces. There’s a lot more to say about faces. They are one’s key to the world, and they drastically alter the world’s acceptance of us. Say our key is bent…The doors will forever be closed. Some have the key,but never reach the door. What is exactly is this door? What do you think this door is? Is the door belonging? Comfort? Safety? Happiness? Success? Love?
But can one who’s key does not fit still go through the door? I’ve seen some instances. It happens. These people find all they need in spite of their deformed keys. Maybe it is because they meet someone who has a working key…And they lead that person to the door? They complete each other? So many thoughts…What about a perfect key? Does it exist? Surely it is not mine. Do I want the perfect key? Would that be selfish…Are there many perfect keys? I’ve seen some beautiful people…I’ve seen some beautiful people destroy themselves. Who,exactly is more successful? The rejected keys or the working keys?
The media definitely plays a huge role in the whole face/key thing. The models and the photoshopped magazine covers, and the celebrities. ‘Be the Perfect Key’- A slogan for the future? Looking through the magazines and watching television shows I notice the beautiful actresses,the handsome celebrities, and the image of perfection. In reality, it is the image of wealth. The media makes money off of us; They jingle the keys in their hands and every once in a while,throw a couple off. Today, brunettes are no longer in style. Tomorrow, blonds will rule the world. Today, there will be no blue shirts. Tomorrow, red shirts will plague the horizon. Fat keys? No. Misshapen keys? No. Deformed keys? No. Blind keys? No. Mute keys? No. Dark keys? No. White keys? No. What keys? Perfect keys.
In the end, we are only one other key held in the dirty hands of a Janitor’s ring.
2 Comments
May 17, 2008 at 10:21 pm
That’s an interesting analogy. I don’t think of my face as perfect or even close to that. but I have found someone who loves my face even with its imperfections. I think parents look at their children (most parents anyways) and see perfect “keys” the minute the come out of the womb, when in reality all babies pretty much look the same…scrunched up little faces with gunk all over them. But we love them, they are beautiful in our eyes. And I think that is true of those who have imperfect, or deformed “keys”. It’s the unconditional love of another that makes them a perfect fit in the world. We look beyond the face to the heart…the inner Key that lives within them. That’s the connection!
December 15, 2008 at 11:24 pm
Deep.