My Scrying Glass

Take a look around you. Your perceptions of the world are distorted by a scrying glass.
All of us are blinded. This glass exists on all our thoughts, shifting our point of view, changing how we see the world.
Changing us.
We are made by our surroundings.
We are not ourselves,
We are what we have seen,
What we have heard, tasted, felt.
We are the sole embodiment of our own universe.

We live for the future,
We cannot relive the past.
We have a memory, for it serves us a purpose.
We remember the mistakes of others.
Turn the rubble of another’s failure
Into the temple of your success.

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