Mirror and me.

Mirror and I were taking a morning walk.The both of us were feeling pretty down.Every now and then a stranger would come up to mirror and give him a hug with a dash of sympathy,giving me nothing more than a soft glance.For mirror they felt sorrow.But for me,Well... I was just a window. After a while, we found a place to sit and talk. I asked him,"Why do people seem to feel for you, but see right through me?"These words were hard to spit out.

He gave me a confused look, as if I should have already known the reasons why. A few seconds passed before he gave me an answere. He said,"In me they see themselves, and everything they can never be. They look at you and see another struggle, another lost cause, just one more thing thats beyond their power to make a difference. You're just another face in the crowd, my friend. But worry not, for being a window as you are will pay off. Somebody will come along and look at you to see a beautiful view. They will open you up to let the cool air and worm sun that you've been holding back, touch their eager and trembling skin."

I looked at him and saw exactly what he said. So I too gave him a hug-yet I held the dash of sympathy. For this was an embrace of friendship. As we both stood up to continue our walk, I felt a smile on my face and a valley in my heart. Ever since that day, i've stopped looking for happiness and decided to wait for the perfect stranger to come along and open me up.