April's Fool

Look carefully into a mirror everyday and you'll soon discover that the person gazing back at you, always changes.

One day, Charming.
The next day, Sullen.
One day, Eccentric.
The next day, Jaded.


A soldier will gaze at his reflection and see the horrors he had faced, endured.
And whether or not he is better from it, does not matter.

A conqueror will gaze at his reflection and ponder on the horrors he has caused.
And whether or not he is better from it, does not matter.

An old man will squint at his reflection and remember all the choices he made in his life.
And whether or not he is better from them, does not matter.

A child will stare at his reflection and might, just might, wonder at what is to come.
And whether or not he is better of from his speculations, does not matter.


And why does it not matter?
Because they are only reflections.
Ghosts.
Representations of what we think we are.

But what are we in the end?
Are we what we see in the mirror?
Reflections clouded and tinted by the echoes of life?
Misrepresentations wrought by wishful thinking?

Or are we, simply;
What we choose to be.


If so, then we must choose with deliberated haste,
For apathy would be a death of sorts.

And so I'll choose not to be the fool in the mirror that which I saw.