My Secret Window.
There are places we all go to question who we really are, or who we're going to become.
Mine is a small bathroom mirror. With a dim light above it, I can make out my eyes and the shape of my face, but features that I have altered are no longer visible.
Will I be here in ten years time, asking myself the same question: "who are you?"
Perhaps I'll know. Perhaps I'll have changed so much, that even under that tiny, yellow light, I don't even recognize myself. Perhaps I won't even be here.
If there was ever a reason to die, mine would be boredom. Right now, there is still so much I need to know; about life, about myself, about those around me.
I live to learn, to experience.
I live to love and I do love; very, very much.
"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered."
-Nelson Mandela.
Mine is a small bathroom mirror. With a dim light above it, I can make out my eyes and the shape of my face, but features that I have altered are no longer visible.
Will I be here in ten years time, asking myself the same question: "who are you?"
Perhaps I'll know. Perhaps I'll have changed so much, that even under that tiny, yellow light, I don't even recognize myself. Perhaps I won't even be here.
If there was ever a reason to die, mine would be boredom. Right now, there is still so much I need to know; about life, about myself, about those around me.
I live to learn, to experience.
I live to love and I do love; very, very much.
"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered."
-Nelson Mandela.