Alas it was the start of a new day. It was just another holiday day...Somewhere between sleep and the computer lay me...So suddenly, my family decided it was time to clean house. No it wasn' t your ordinary new years resolution done early, or a guest showing up. No it was really a "CLEAN HOUSE" type of day.
You see, I moved to a slice of surburbia about six years ago, and my family has never finished unpacking. Our basement was a monument to boxes, scientific papers, old first grade projects, and most of all the unfinished state of our lives. And it was there, sandwhiched in between macroni paintings and cursive worksheets lay a small mirror. It was there from some science fair project long, long back. And it still had never been used. The paper backing was still there. It was waiting for something to happen.
And I realized at that moment that the mirror was like a button. No it is not supporting a party, or saying something fashionable. But it reflects something. I was thinking about walking around school with a little mirror button, and letting everyone see themeself as a statement. The more I thought about it, I realized that in this world people are so worried about what others think about them. We worry about it not because we trying to find some mate, or trying to show off to our friends, we worry because its hard wired into our brains. Thats life. Until we find ourselves, we can not be confident.
So I decided to stow the mirror on my nightstand. The world may never be able to see itself. Ever.
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I am just curious. How is it that you came upon my blog and that post? I am able to find new blogs by flipping through the "next blog" feature, but is there some other way people are finding blogs and certain posts that I don't know about? By the way, thanks for visiting my blog. it means a lot to me.
Attention all readers:
As of 2007 I will try to respond to all the wonderful comments on my blog.
-I found your blog on your blogger profile. Happy new year
-mstcn
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