Aren't we all mirrors? Reflecting the mood around us mostly. Even though the picture may not always be true. The back is still hidden.
Over our lives, we get these cracks. Some pieces break and fall apart. Some mirrors more broken than the others. The shards of broken glass spread around. Some pieces that flew further away, never to be found.
When tried to fix, these pieces may hurt the ones trying to find their place in the cracks. People may give up on trying to fix these mirrors, abandoning them entirely. But a mirror once cracked can never be the same. Unless someone fills the cracks with gold, celebrating the flaws.
Some mirrors have duct tapes fixing them. Some with all the cracks visible. Some mirrors are dusty. Some mirrors have black paint over them.
But after all, all these mirrors want to do is reflect the beautiful sunset or sunrise or rainbow or even the thunder. But all they end up reflecting is the dark alley. It depends on where they are placed. In the garden or in the alley.
A bird stood at my window. And said "Oh, little one.
Hide me with you, I beg you." I said, "Where are you from?", "From the limits of the sky," he said.
I said "Where did you come from?", "From the neighbor's house" he answered.
I said, "What are you afraid of?", "I escaped from the cage", he said
I said "What are your feathers?", "Time took care of them," he said.
A tear fell on his cheek. His wings tucked underneath him,
He landed on the ground and said, "I want to walk, but I can't." I held him to my heart, hurting from his wounds
Before he finally broke out of his jail, he broke his voice and his wings.
I said, "Do not fear, see the sun rising?" He looked toward the forest, saw the tides of freedom glitter,
He saw wings flutter beyond the high gates.
He saw the forest flying. On the wings of freedom
People say to you, ‘you’ve changed’, or something like that, well, I hope, for the sake of God that you have changed, because I don’t want to be the same person all my life. I want to be growing, I want to be expanding. I want to be changing. Because animate things change, inanimate things don’t change. Dead things don’t change. And the heart should be alive, it should be changing, it should be moving, it should be growing, its knowledge should be expanding.