I was once asked, "When I see my reflection, what does my reflection see?" I have presented this to myself multiple times throughout the course of the past 20 years.
Question: "When I see my reflection, what does my reflection see?"
Answer: I see a shattered image of a young girl trapped in the body of an aging woman. This woman has lost all sense of self. She looks worn, and tattered. The lines on her face are clear. Her eyes tell tales of heartache and loneliness, abuse and neglect, yet somehow she seems to force herself daily to trudge another long and lonely path. This trail has it's turns and bumps but somehow she has mustered up enough strength to continue forward. I'm not certain how far she will travel, nor what her destination may be, I wish her enough.
That's my answer. I wish myself "ENOUGH".
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