Mirror on your gravestone
Each conversation, each story, each episode of life reflects us back to us. We cannot deny our truth any more than our fingerprints. This ghost follows us all our days, probably leads us. We might be wise to reflect over this.
What is our reflection? Do we, can we, fight it?
Reflect: whom do we reflect? Parents? Spouse? Friends? Children? One or a dozen particular teachers, remembered or not? What words and phrases echo every so often in our skulls? Are we indeed the reflection of something, someone, else?
Maybe a good portrait to put on your grave would be a mirror.
:- Doug.
