I believe mirrors are something more than mere physical objects. Maybe we’re the ones giving them such dimension, but staring at them & ourselves in the process always stirs up something on us. In my case, it was the momentary feeling of peace with myself. I don’t know if any of you ever experienced this, but from time to time staring at myself at the mirror, on a quiet moment, when the world around you seems to stand still while you’re still as well… and you lean towards the mirror, fixing your gaze onto your own eyes… you feel at peace with everything. In a fraction of a second, all your past deeds & mishaps flash through your mind, together with all your accomplishments and finally with the true perception of where you are and how well everything turned out. At that moment, you can’t help but look to you, let go of any tension you might have been hold on to, and say to yourself very softly but very honestly: “I’m happy how everything turned out. I’m proud of myself.”.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."