What reflection do you see from a shattered mirror? Looking down upon a hundred pieces, you see what was, what is, what will be. All you thought would never change, all that’s left of yesterday, seeing who you were and who you’ve become, realizing that not all battles can be won. Countless pieces reflect your face, a stranger’s at that; it’s been replaced by someone you do not know, and all the feelings you can’t show. Which shard reveals what you’ve become, what future will come true? In all that’s unknown and all that’s uncertain… in the end there will always be you.

 

What reflection do you see in a shattered mirror? All the answers will be revealed, by picking up the pieces and putting them back together. It may not be the reflection you know, but it’s who you always hoped to be…

 

…free.

The following will make me sound like an I'm old woman, but it’s been something on my mind that I want to share with anyone and everyone who will listen!

I’m gonna be 21 this month! (whut whut!) but what the mess!? Since when did time start to fly so fast? I know it happened at some point…. but it’s so long ago I can’t remember. Where has the summer gone? The year? Where are the last 5 years?!?! I was just 17, reflecting on my last days of “childhood”. I was just 16, excited to get my license. I was just 14, counting down the days till I could get my drivers permit on a crudely made cardboard car with numbers on it, crossing off each day as they passed. 12, on the cusp of teenage-hood. 9, excited to be getting into the “double digits”. I was just 5, having a blast on merry go rounds and the sit-and-spin!!! WHAT THE HECK! At what point did I start to reminisce with friends and be able to say “man that was like 10 years ago!”

I was looking through my photo box, my scrapbook, my memory box, and laughing at all the good times captured in those pictures, the warm and hilarious letters and postcards, random notes, keepsakes. It seems like so long ago. All the good times seem to blend together and it’s hard to remember who was there in what memory, when certain awesome sleepovers happened and what stories belong where and when. They used to be so clear in my memory but now its like some of them are seen through blurry glass. I guess that’s what happens with the passage of time and our imperfect human brains. Of course I know the memories will always exist but it makes me sad sometimes that things have changed so much.

Yeah, change is part of life. It’s bittersweet. Some things change for the good, some for the bad. We grow up, we go our own way, people move and move on, grow apart or grow closer. Some are lost, others forgotten, others here only in our memories and hearts. Sometimes you cant help but wonder how your old friends are doing, how life would be different if you had made different decisions or some things had happened differently. Sometimes I wonder what things will look like in another 5 or 10 or 15 years. Who will still be part of my life? Where will I be? Who will I be? I think about the last 5 years and how much I’ve changed, the person I’ve become and how I became her. Would I be the same if some things had happened differently? Who would I be if just one or two life-changing events had never occurred? What if this, what if that? Likely it does no good to think about things that you can’t change, so think hard about the things you can. Make every day count. Don’t go a single day without doing something to draw closer to God and your loved ones. Don’t go a day without thinking about one of those priceless memories that you never want to lose. Don’t go a day without telling at least one person you care about, "I love you". Never take a single day for granted. Try and live every day so you can look back at the end of it and say, “yeah. that was a good one.”

“Every day is a gift. that’s why it’s called the present.”

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