Mirrors, they have sometimes been my friend and they have sometimes been my enemy.
Aging requires a certain strength to peer into a mirror. The woman staring back at me can be unfamiliar and questioning….Where did that wrinkle come from? Why is my hair color dull and lifeless and filled with gray? What happened to my high cheekbones? Where is the sparkle in my eyes?
Staring deeply at my surface image I cannot see the love in my heart for my family and friends, my compassion for those going through difficult times, the laughter I share with my best friend, the joy I get by encouraging others, or the passion I have for flying.
I have to remind myself that a mirror can show us what we look like, but it can never truly reflect who we are.
E.A. Fussell
E. A. Fussell 