Thoughts on the Mirror of Erised
For a really long time, I was sad for no real reason, for part of every day, and sometimes all day long. I tried to be happy, but I felt sort of ostracized because everyone else could be happy without trying. I couldn't attribute my fits of depression to anything in particular. Even when I was happy, I wasn't, and I didn't (and still don't) know why.
But for the past months, I've been tremendously happy. I've been having the best time of my life. I sing along now, and I didn't do that before. I either have, or am working toward, everything that I really want. My reflection in the Mirror of Erised could be me, exactly as I am.
I'm a little bit terrified that the sand in my proverbial hourglass is going to run out. I've personally never been better, so I'm afraid that, having tasted life, the fall is going to be harder than it was before. And who will be there to pick up the pieces?
But for the past months, I've been tremendously happy. I've been having the best time of my life. I sing along now, and I didn't do that before. I either have, or am working toward, everything that I really want. My reflection in the Mirror of Erised could be me, exactly as I am.
I'm a little bit terrified that the sand in my proverbial hourglass is going to run out. I've personally never been better, so I'm afraid that, having tasted life, the fall is going to be harder than it was before. And who will be there to pick up the pieces?