Who is the man in the mirror? What purpose does a mirror serve you anyways? No! Not that mirror! Who cares if you have a pimple or a little scratch? Oh, you do. True. The girls care don't they? A handsome man is always a good thing isn't he?
Maybe I should define my mirror explicitly: my mirror shows you who you are on the inside. Inside. Inside what? Your heart? Your soul? Your spirit? Ah, my friend. Who are you? What difference do you make in this world? How many starving children do you feed? How many suicides do you prevent? How many people do you encourage? You don't know? No one? You don't care? Why should you? Ah, my friend. But it affects you don't you see? You still can't see? If you can't see it yet, then I'll let you learn it the hard way. Ah, ah, my friend.
Every action you take has an exponential effect on this clay world of ours. Even the little things you do in the "comfort" of your home. Look into the mirror and tell me, who are you? Tell me, tell yourself, or "karma" will show you your face, and you had better be ready to face your picture. Pulling a Dorian Gray is really not fun.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
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Interesting to know.
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