Father I am confused, I said sitting down next to him. For a while now I had been disturbed, I don’t know what I want I told him. Its like I once set out on this journey, all excited, raring to go and now suddenly halfway through I seem to be unsure of the destination. I feel incomplete I told him, sounding a bit distraught.
Father just looked at me lovingly, don’t worry son, I have just the thing for you he said handing me something.
Here take it with you, it’s my magic mirror he explained. As I looked at it, all I could do was stare back at him in disbelief..
Because his magic mirror was not even a mirror It was actually almost a mirror..it seemed to have done everything right, gotten a beautiful wooden frame, was just the right size, the ideal shape but seemed to have changed its mind about becoming mirror at the last minute.
It had everything going for it, except for the glass that would make it a real mirror!, but, there was no arguing with Father. I just picked it up and walked home wondering how this piece of wood was going to help me.
So there it sat all day on my table, with me trying to figure out Father’s mysterious ways. Just when I had begun to doubt father’s wisdom, I realized that I was being unfair to it. Maybe all the while that I was trying to get it to inspire me, it was probably waiting for me to do the same. It was probably looking for a help from me, something that would transform it, making it what it really had wanted to be.
I tried different things, tried on my best suit in front of it, put up my best smile, tried to look happy but alas, nothing worked.
Its own incompleteness a constant reminder of the incompleteness I felt within..
Then one day just I had almost given up hope, I happened to chance upon a weekly challenge at wordpress.. the challenge being to write about “the moment that changed your life” and something told me this was it..
I wrote my very first blog, I felt a glow inside me as I hit the publish button.. just as I was enjoying that beautiful feeling I realized that Father’s mirror had suddenly lit up and there it was finally, my reflection!
Father’s incomplete mirror had helped complete me, it had help me discover the real me..
All along while I had tried my best to get it to reflect me it had waited patiently for the real me..
I realized that up until then, all the “perfect” mirrors around me had just shown me shallow reflections, incomplete images while Fathers “incomplete” mirror had shown me a complete image, a beautiful vision..
Words that paint a thousand pictures 