When I was a child I used to love staring into mirrors. Sometimes I’d stare at the room reflecting in the mirror and I’d wonder if I could see around the corners. I wanted to detect perhaps one difference between the room I was in and the room in the mirror. Silly, is it not? As if the room I was looking at was not a reflection, but a new world, resembling ours yet not quite the same. Funny thought…or perhaps just as twisted as my mind is.

Sometimes, I feel like I am looking in the mirror and I do not recognize myself.  I stare in those eyes and I am not sure whether they are the same as ten, twenty years ago… They’ve seen things, they see things every day so those eyes cannot be the same as they used to be. They must change as life changes them.

Mirrors don’t lie, do they? They are always sincere, straightforward and perhaps even cruel; after all mirrors reveal things as they are. Yet, when I look in mirrors I sometimes see a distorted image of what reality is – a more peaceful, perfect and quiet world where there is no room for feelings, interpretations or judgment.

I read about a spell using mirrors once. I would like to share it with you.

If you eat an apple or brush your hair in front of a mirror on Halloween or at midnight,  the image of your soul mate will appear over your shoulder. I tried this a few times, but I never saw anyone. But if I had, would I have ever been able to trust mirrors again? Would I not have been scared to look in them, afraid something will appear that I may not want to see? Or would I want to stare in mirrors all day long to see a life I might never have, a past, a future, a fantasy of the world as I would want to see it?

What do you want to see when you look in the mirror?

 

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