The mirror in my bathroom is an interesting creature. Some days, I look into it, and see the normal me; usually it’s the pre-coffee, morning bed head, needs-to-brush-his-teeth me. Other days, I see a tired eyed man who is weary of working hard every day. And even other days, I look into the mirror and see a man in need of really hitting the gym to take care of that annoyingly undefined pectoral area.
I attribute each of these faces as being something the mirror creates for me: stock photographs that appear whenever I stand in front of it, somehow knowing exactly my frame of mind at that particular moment. I wonder if the photographer knows me that well to capture such a wide range of me; at least, I joke in wondering.
What makes my mirror such a peculiar creature, though, is when it surprises me. Usually the surprise is nothing more then showing off a new hair cut or the sexy stubble that accumulates a day after shaving. It’s best surprise yet, though, was the day I walked into my bathroom, looked into my mirror, and knew that I was happy. There was nothing other than a pure smile, with happy wreathing each individual facial sinew. Only my mirror could surprise me with such a display of happiness.
I feel like the surprise the mirror gave me was a surprise not because I didn’t know that I was happy; it was a surprise because I had been happy for so long, and I was surprised it took the mirror that long to catch up with the rest of the world. I am happy, and so glad to be happy.
The main reason I’m happy is because I am loved. And that will make anyone happy. But what makes me happy? Being loved…and loving someone else as well. It brings such a gorgeous happiness. Not euphoric happy, mind you, but the happy that lasts all day. The happy that comes from loving and being loved.
So I’m happy.
Much Love,
K.E.
1 Comment
March 10, 2009 at 2:07 pm
Reading this made me smile a whole lot!