“When there is a beautiful reflection, we know not where to look, to the reflection or to the reflected!” ~ Mehmet Murat ildan

Holding my life’s map, tracing the roads I took, the turns I hesitated in exploring and the shortcuts I regretted or felt victorious to have tried, my emotions spelled on the piece of coloured lines, making its own marks.

I met the autumn leaves once more, walked passed them and rejoiced their colours; hello friendships

I met the strangers I once did not understand, smiled at them broadly challenging their questioning eyes; hello uncertainty

I met the people I shared moments with; hello laughs

I met the confusing turns; hello mishaps

I met the red traffic lights summoning my feet to stop; hello heart breaks

I met the soulful violin’s strings that talked; hello sadness and disappointment

I met the gentle wind teasing my curls; hello love

I met the honesty of water and its truth against the beam of the sun; hello reflection

I then realised the light beaming was my own, the me right now with all my glories and lost battles. Smiling, I folded the map after marking it with a star – I am the reflected.

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” ~ Søren Kierkegaard

 

 

 

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