I look in the mirror and all I see… As I contemplate the lyric to a Patrick Swayze song, it lead to me thinking “what do I see?” Sometimes I see an old withered soul in the body of a 28-year-old. Sometimes I see a confidence ass-kicking 28-year-old who at that moment wants to take the world by the horns. Then there are times when I look in the mirror and I don’t know who I am looking at. How I got to this place, why I feel stuck in this place, and finally what it will take for me to leave this place.
Wondering if looking back at the past fifteen, okay twenty years, is really worth the amount of gray hair, I wondering where I will be in the next twenty years and how I will get there. Sometimes I feel like I am not meant to fit into this life. I don’t mean suicide or anything, just where do I fit in. I sometimes wish the reflection in the mirror could be a combination of all three things, the old soul, the ass-kicking 28-year-old, and the unknown. There isn’t even a movie heroine that I could model or try and emulate. Maybe tomorrow when I look in the mirror the reflection will show me the way to what and how I can make myself happy.