Enchanted

PIQUED BY THE  MIRROR

I’m gazing at myself. As usual, such that this behavior has become an integral remarkable part of my life. Each new day, I seem to be different, though deep inside I believe I’m the same. I mean, intact. Unshakable, and I know who I am. I’m now fond of staring at my mirror, a semblable occurrence that many may term and regard to be so unlike me, odd. You may also keep into consideration the fact that this is not termed manly. Therefore, my propensity of wondering what all this implications decipher is immense thus inevitable. Hold on.  Actually, I am simply a mirror enthusiast so to say. 

This is by far a trusted source of my transition. Looking back at how I have undergone transformation from the rigors of a young gentleman to a fully grown teen. I wonder ad infinitum on what all this implications pertaining with the mirrors has got with me. All those bizarre acts of actually staring at the small broken pieces of a was once a beautiful mirror as a growing toddler, to actually gazing at the car mirror frames as an upcoming teen or even those lenses at the laboratories after a practical session as an audacious and promising aspiring scientist. Yet, I get the urge of undertaking a self search endeavor. With time, it clearly dawns that this rumination truly depict a part of me. Untangling the mysterious enactment acts as an authentic semblance of the different traits I distinctly posses.

That well said, and understood- I visualize my wholeness far beyond what others see I’m gazing at. Leave alone the coquetry displayed by folks in a beauty parlor. The musing span through periods, durations and even far of than I you think I relate to. I’m interested in reflecting my current and perhaps just prior state to a far more elaborate theatrical role. My mirror here indispensably aids me in gazing at my external persona and thus comparing it with the real individual unseen, who I am. Take for instance the periods which turn gray and bleak, yet I display a seemingly jocund face while no one suspects anything odd. Or that spree I’m more jubilant, laughing on the inside but this mirror doesn’t capture all this in the midst of people; lest I be mistaken for being awkward. So, what do you actually see while you stare at me?

On the contrary, my mirror of life definitely acts as a transformative, informative and  constant reminder. Just like a recorded  video of past occurrences, the gaze reminds me of familiar similar instances I’ve experienced or succumbed to either dim and bleak or filled with contentment and cherished memories. How I have transitioned eventually with time is welcomed with twitch in my face. Just as a side mirror refocusing on what is left behind, -the bygones foregone- I’m confident that I have been piqued with a mirror serving similarly. Of course, there’s a recompense for my here to say mirror…

I have gazed at my mirror of life to the extent it has reflected and embedded it’s unique traits firmly on me. Spare some seconds and consider my timetable for instance. A simple concise detailed account of what I’m going to undertake. It’s stupefying that most of my colleagues not only believe veraciously but also adamantly back their assertions that I  epitomize sophistication. In my postulations, I actually adore how many admire my flexibility. Changing from a perfectly completed demanding workload to the next undertaking in a placid mundane scene is a mystery, at least to them. In essence, some folks even confess just staring at my time consciousness to alarm them on what to pursue next. Just as you do before leaving home to make your dreams a reality. I bet you gaze at the mirror (mostly in the forenoon) and in a way it determines your next move. The expression you definitely exhibit may be a smile or a sneer.. or perhaps rushing out. Nevertheless, it all narrows down to the outcome of it all. Just as we look at the mirror and it communicates back…

Tell me more~~•

I’m a suitable substrate applied by a  reflective coating. Not glass though my traits are similar: transparency, ease of being made, long lasting and this ability to make a better smooth finish. As a mirror is used for personal grooming, mine is intent for personal branding. I view myself as an amalgamation of all those mirror varieties you can think of. In other words? O.k.  I am a plane mirror in that my image (physical body) corresponds to my object (personality). I’m a concave mirror when I converge all my positive traits to yield my impetus to achieve and pursue illustriousness. This diverges out to show my distinct daily habits and actions. Optimism, enthusiasm, commitment…you name them all!
I sometimes view it to overtake my dream cycles. I recall enthusing, “I never dream quite often after gazing at my mirror. In fact, I never dream as well” but each time I view myself, this is enlightened with a  rare view of vision. Who I see myself a few weeks, days or even years from now will attest to this. With you on my side, don’t spoil the fun, the enantiomorphism. With my future always bright and vibrant, I thus enjoy my now enticing mirror watching spree.