Mirror Musings

Has it ever happened to you that one fine morning you look into the mirror and see an unfamiliar face staring back, a face that you don't seem to recognize? It happens a lot to me lately. There was a time when the looking glass would be a make up aid telling me if I had gained or lost some calories, if that super resistant pimple on my chin had popped or if my hair was frizzy. But now, quite often, the mirror brings to my mind questions I don't have answers to.

If there indeed are out-of-your-skin moments, they visit me frequently now. A sudden second when you feel like an outsider to your own self and look back critically or pitifully at the times gone by. It all flashes by speedily as if you are watching a fast paced movie at the nearest theatre. That brings me to the age old philosophical questions that I am sure interviewers for jobs back in the Stone Age must have asked. You know, the "Who are you?" and "What are you here for?" kinds. To make sure we can answer them, we need to act. We need to chase the dream we never dared to chase, live the passion we submerged in the deepest crevice of the Pacific. To hell with the world that assumes a wisdom it possesses not. Learning from a mistake is much better than not giving it a try at all.

I am told that in the moment right before death, your entire life will flash by in front of your eyes. As a sort of dress rehearsal, I think we should live life in such a way that even these mirror moments can't unnerve us. Come on, say that long pending I Love You. Go for that long desired holiday. Do what your heart tells you to. I am trying to do the same even though certain things apparently have no solution. But the next time my mirror pops questions at me, I want to have the answers to at least some of them.