The man in the mirror looks back at me. Sometimes, I get the feeling that I don’t know him at all. Other times, he is my best friend. We do have a strange relationship.
We couldn’t be more different, him and I. I have my dreams, aspirations and convictions. He is a realist, never shifting away from what things really are. Don’t get me wrong, he can be excited, humorous and covered in tears. But he never overdoes it. He is the one that, no matter what, is always calling the shit for what it is – shit.