By Brian
I've always felt at odds with my reflection. It has a peculiar way of surprising me when I catch a glimpse of it. That other me, staring back, seems as though it's trying to tell me something. Is it a reminder of the past? The soaring successes and the full-on failures? Is it an indication, an invitation, to the future? For the twists and turns that are yet to come? It's easy to write on paper, but I'm trying to be okay with living in the now. To see my reflection not as an apparition, reminding me of nostalgia or beckoning me towards some upcoming attraction, but as simply a reflection.