This life, this reality, is mostly a hall of mirrors. A matrix of reflections.
We learn through each other. We come to know our self through interaction, through relationship. Whatever we see comes through a mirror—inverted, distorted, sometimes like a photographic negative. But still… revealing.
It's in their words – when they're not watching. "I have to", "I have obligations", "it's my duty". They've convinced themselves that it's what they want. And they do. They're not wrong.
As if living by obligation is some kind of higher order that only mature and responsible people are capable of.