reflection | mylightspirit

Can you see the reflection of the lights at dusk, the beauty and magic of the moment?

Can you feel the chilly breeze?

Can you see the whiteness of the snow and the purity of the scene ?

Can you hear the secrets of the ocean?

Can you feel the laughter and joy of a toddler?

But…

Don’t you hear the scary silence of the night after…

Don’t you feel the coldness of the homeless bodies…

Don’t you see the dirt hidden underneath…

Don’t you hear the dying drowning screaming voices in the ocean…

Don’t you see the mourning and loss in the world…

There are two faces for everything, you can’t take one face of the coin, you can’t choose one side of the story.

With every beginning there’s an end.

With every death there is a rebirth.

Rainbows appear in the harshest storms.

There are no eternal sunshines.

There is no eternal suffer.

It’s not always easy.

It’s not always harsh.

It’s not always the beginning of a story, some ends need to be written for new beginnings to take place.

But… @_mylightspirit_

Staring in the mirror, a reflection of a suit and tie, an elegant dress, or jeans and shirt with faded faces barely shown. Faded, dead as if life had run away from it.

Staring into the eyes, the dull face, the stiffened face with no features. The curves drawn by the smile around the lips haven’t been drawn for a while now.

Faces as cold as death with shiny eyes that hide a story. A story that has been buried deep down. Another day in a different place with the same dull faces and only the eyes can assure the existence of this creature. Reflection of the outfit of the day in the mirror; nothing else matter.

Light reflected in the eyes, which sparkle curiously in the mirror. Odd images covered with dust present itself in the mirror. The images of the hidden story; staring back in it the person’s face, taking him back in time to the places, faces, and forgotten moments.

Memories reflected in the mirror. Images jumping one after the other in the mirror. Images of life. Faces that no longer exist in one’s life. Left behind places and moments. Reality hits you in the face.

How weird time had passed? When did one become only a reflection in the mirror of an outfit.

One would think “Am I hallucinating?” “What’s up with me today?”. Don’t fearfully smash the mirror and walk away. Look into the mirror deep into your eyes. Let that feeling of nostalgia overwhelms you for a moment. Choose to live rather than being just a reflection. Never be afraid of the mirror.

Never be afraid of your own reflection. Face your fears. Admit your mistakes. Be you and not just a reflection.

Mylightspirit