The mirror..

There was a man standing, far away from nowhere. Living in his own tragedy, far away, lost, all alone, left by itself in hands of cold world, cruel events and dark rain scattered on his shoulders. No one ever saw him, no one ever wondered why, even they pass by million times. That man was invisible to them only because he was just like an image to anyone else who look at him. Lost, irrelevant, with endless collection of problems. Just like a mirror, door trough past, the time that needs to be forgotten, but still it is so deep in minds that no one can pull that disease out. No one but mirrors and reflections. Only the man who brake the mirror and see his own blood on scattered pieces of time can realize how stupid, irrelevant he really was, this time without the illusion, without the false guides. Only the mind is problem, it won’t let you go to cut yourself on the glass. But sometimes, man who seems to go wrong, who is wrong in the eyes of the world, who let his own blood, is the one who is most normal above all the others. How to test your own limits at given moment? How to discover your true potential? How can you see who you really are, unless you sometimes look inside yourself? Even it sometimes brings pain. But wise man knows that pain, tears and laughter leads towards greater wisdom. That those elements elevate the man one step above, unlike the others who decide to be humble and quiet. Then the wise man looks upon the others from high above, just like an eagle looks down on Earth, searching for it’s pray. The eagle is free, mastering the wind, he is so magnificent to the others, but yet he knows his own pain and tragedy. Mirrors can be broken, but many others will remain, millions of them. The good thing is that there are places on this world given to us by endless love of Mother Nature where we can hide, run away from reflections and meet ourselves. Then, we can have all the time in this world to do what we please with ourselves. To become an eagle and rise above the mountains, or to come back again, as a sheep, humble and hopeless. How can anybody say that he can take care of somebody, even he is not master of himself yet and he is not even aware of that. Where is your true self when you fall under the principles of society, under the mind of civilization? Where is freedom? Where is your individuality then? So, you let the world take care for you, take you in its cold hands and you continue to complain, over and over again. Even the wolf in forest can take better care for itself than you, glorious human.