(Read it if you have the time)
There was a short passage that has inspired me to create a post.
Men in general judge by their eyes rather than by their hands; because
everyone is in a position to watch, few are in a position to come to close touch
with you. Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you
When I read this I was deeply inspired because just a few weeks ago I was saying something very similar to the last sentence of this quote, ofcourse, not in the same context as Machiavelli, but my meaning was the same.
I was discussing myself and how there are many around me that see the "Princess" I show them. Oh, don't get me wrong, they do see the real Princess, I'm no phony so don't get it twisted.
What I mean is, when I'm around people I they always see me well composed and on top of my game. They see me in high spirits with my renowned smile on and my eyes bright and glossy.
I'm a people person and everyone who knows me knows that.
I can work a crowd and a classroom.
I can talk money out of womens wallets at my job in the mall.
I'm a hard worker and a very motivated person.
Okie enough bragging Princess
Sorry, back to Machiavelli... That is what Machiavelli refers to as "Everyone sees what you appear to be..."
But guess what ya'll?
There are times when I'm not feeling like that "Princess" at all. There are times when I'm frustrated and overwhelmed.
There are times when I don't make the best decisions. I become so angry and/or confused and I make very irrational decisions.
There are times when I cry
I'm so serious.
There is one person that gets to experience who I really am; at those moments when I'm not really feeling the usual Princess.
This excerpt from Machiavelli's text means much more then this, but this was the first way I was drawn to it.
The second thing I derived from this quote was the negative connotations my brothers and sisters deal with in our lives. Everyone always judging us with their eyes and very few experience what we really are. And how much pain do we have to endure before who we really are is recognized?