In perception of entities, generally (but not limited to) alive ones, moments of ambiguity come. These create gaps in a mind. If you care, the disconnect might leave you unsettled. The weight of the depth and breadth of all and each of the broken pathways can be flooding. There are endless possibilities. In these conditions it seems it’s my (and perhaps human) nature to have no choice but to bridge one. The choice you make is a mirror. It’s your projection, reflected.
I’m beginning to stand by, watching to study these portraits as they float. I’m using them as a proxy for my state and soul. Each reflection is clearest once it’s had sufficient time. If you look too early (or too late) it might not be parsable. Patience is needed.
It seems this river of mirrors continues to flow in my mind. It’s constant. I’m pushing for it to radiate light, warmth, and understanding. When it beams in my darkest moments, I’m proudest. If I catch myself drifting, I hope to cast goodness towards that reflection itself. Through the light, dark, vague, and blurry I will be there as the river keeps flowing.
Thank you Dad for teaching me to look at myself and concepts to do so.