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| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| Here are Week Twos Prompts; I hereby resolve NOT to make any New Year's Resolutions at all. I think Andre blew that one already. This New year l decided to Love Myself, and immediately I wonder... what if this universe was devoid of all reflective surfaces! What if there were no mirrors or Andre blew all? What if we didn't know what we look like? What new year resolution, then, would our towers of vain be built on? Would we even bother to doll up and blow vanity bubbles... or seek reciprocity in vanity-fueled romantic quests? Be passionate? Be alive? Going about our morning ablutions, we look at the mirror and strike a spontaneous connect with our alter-ego. We smile. We grimace. We explore random expressions…seeking perhaps a subconscious validation of our existence in this world... reassuring ourselves that we are still alive. So when we look into the mirror, we have already decided what WE want to see. No wonder they say that a monkey is superior to a man. When he looks into the mirror, he sees a monkey! Each one of us has our own private affair with the mirror. But of late, this affiliation seems to be on the wane. Our mutual trust is giving way to mounting trepidation. Show me a guy who says that he keeps his New year vow, and I'll show you two liars. It's clear that I'm no longer the extraordinary vision that used to set my mirror’s pulse racing. Once I shared a karmic connect with my alter-ego camping on the other side of the mirror. My empathy meter is better calibrated now. I react less, understand more. The rough outer layers of my personality are peeling off. A serene sweetness is being unraveled gradually. My mind is still agile but the innards feel a bit fragile. Drinking binges have dried to a trickle. I am more disciplined about my workouts, my eating habits, about popping my garden-variety pills —those potent arrows in my quiver of rejuvenation. My efforts are less a byproduct of the vagaries of vanity, and more an attempt to establish a deeper connect with the inner me. When I look good, I feel good. When I feel good, I feel healthy. And if health is wealth, I feel like a million bucks. And here's how I'd like to sum up my half -a-century-plus on this planet with bold resolutions ….Amen 300 words |
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