Reflections...literally.

I like to play the piano. In fact, I love to play the piano. I've been taking lessons for about 7 years, but I've been playing for as long as I can remember. So I've gotten to a point where I can play without looking at my hands if I'm just playing for fun. Sometimes, I watch my reflection in the window next to our piano- it is really cool to watch my hands play from a side angle instead of staring down at the tops of them. On nights when I'm pressed for time, I combine studying and practicing by putting my notes in front of me while I practice and hoping they impress upon my mind. Most of the time, though, my eyes just search the room for something interesting to focus on. As the most utilized space in our house, our music room collects a various array of junk over the course of a day, and it's fun to check out.
Tonight, as I was attempting to work on one of my pieces and look around simultaneously, resting on our piano was a picture of a house across the lake from ours. The back of the house is beautiful- white staircases on either side leading up to a back porch, red brick, big windows; the works- and the reflection on the lake is breathtaking. Stunning as it was, the scene was not what made my focus turn to the picture. It was the fact that from where I sat, the picture was turned upside-down. It seemed inverted, like the blurry reflection was the actual house, and the house the reflection. I suppose the best way to understand how out of place it felt is to imagine an upside-down human face with eyes drawn on the chin to form a sort of "puppet" for a children's show.
Confession time: In my head, I am a motivational speaker to an imaginary audience. It's not like I catch myself inadvertently bowing to silent applause because of self-esteem issues or anything. My condition is a more mild case in which I take anything in my daily life- i.e. mowing the lawn, driving up a hill, or looking at a photograph- and turn it into an anecdote to use as a life lesson. So naturally (or more likely unnaturally since I don't know anyone else with this predicament), I began exploring the possibilities of my newfound, unsuspecting story target.
I began to wonder, what if life was like that upside-down picture? What if everything- ideas, thoughts, images- was convoluted, and the only way to clearly perceive things was to view them in or through something else? How distorted would our world be? But then I realized...that's kind of how the world is. In a day and age where sarcasm reigns as the dominant form of conversation, implications and undercurrents are the main form of comedy, and lies are considered to merely be a minor offense (if even frowned upon at all), not many things can be taken at face value anymore. In my opinion, that speaks poorly for our society, representing us as a people sure of nothing since truth and the literal word became options for a person to choose when it was convenient for him. We might as well be labeled "The Relative Generation."
If that's hard to follow, I apologize. I have the mind of a girl- we link all sorts of things together and then have to explain how we got from bacon to the cost of our prom dress. So maybe the concept, while still true, is a long-shot from its original inspiration...I'll have to work out the kinks. Hey, I never claimed to be a good motivational speaker.