“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”
“I believe in Mary Worth. I believe in Mary Worth.”
The crazy things we say to mirrors, maybe even expecting answers.
What is actually in that mirror? Is it just reflected light, or an alternate universe, or maybe a window into our own souls?
Do we see what is really there?
Do we see things as they are?
We see the reverse. Not exactly what someone would see if they were looking back at us. They see left on left and right on right. We see left on right and right on left. So, can we ever know who we really are by looking in a mirror?
Sometimes, when I look, I see wrinkles and bags that can’t be mine. I see a tired smile and lack-luster eyes. I see the little girl I used to be, and the old woman I will become.
I see change in that mirror. And the things in the mirror are a lot closer than they appear.