Three Hundred Fifty-Five

I started to write this morning about looking in the mirror and seeing a man I like more now than I did a few years ago. But, in the back of my mind, it occurred to me that I’ve written a number of pieces in which I mention mirrors. I did a search, just on my blog, and counted forty-three separate pieces of writing that include the word “mirror.” Discovering that oddity makes me wonder what I find special—either appealing or revelatory—about mirrors. I suspect it’s that I see my eyes when I look in the mirror; I’ve always considered a person’s eyes to be windows into their minds. By looking in the mirror, I am peering in from the outside, the way I do when I look into someone’s eyes. I wonder whether I see the same when I peer in from the outside that she sees in the mirror.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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2 Responses to Three Hundred Fifty-Five

  1. He is, my friend; always.

  2. jserolf says:

    But the guy looking at you in the mirror is always younger that you? Am I right?

    Keep writing!!!

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