MaxJ

Not long ago, did the cosmos seam to shake

And disclose to me my own perspective.

I looked into a mirror

And saw my face,

My eyes, my hair, my skin.

Then, in nothing short of a miracle,

I saw another.

No longer was it my face,

My eyes, my hair, my skin.

The following month saw me enveloped in joy,

For I had seen through the eyes of another.

But slowly the world grew larger,

And in the same knowledge,

I found darkness.

In a world with millions mirrors reflecting billions of faces,

I came to terms with my irrelevance.

And in this very futile feeling of irrelevance,

I found sanctuary.

For the centuries of faces that came before me

Had suffered and felt unimaginable pain.

Even my faults, my weaknesses, my pains

Were as insignificant of that that I had come to see in my reflection.

But as I stated, this epiphany led me to sanctuary,

For the seemingly monumental pains and weakness holding me back

Became insignificant when viewing my life from another’s reflection.

I no longer saw reason to feel the petty pains of the billions that came before me.

Though life’s purpose evades us all,

I can’t help feeling as if it has something to do with seeing another’s reflection.