*Just a little note, before you read this, if anyone’s reading this. I wrote this when I was probably 8 or 9, and now 10 years later it shocks me that a little girl could have this much insight into life. I don’t know what this means and I don’t even remember writing it, but it brought me to tears when I read it. I thought I would share it with all of you, because just like this story, Tumblr has saved me. That may sound stupid and pathetic, but doesn’t everything? I hope you all find some sort of meaning in this, no matter what it may be. Thank you.
“It started out like any other day. I got up, got dressed, and brushed my hair. But instead of going downstairs to eat breakfast, I took a good look at myself. But the girl I saw wasn’t what who I usually see. Yes, on the outside, it looked exactly like me, but I saw a different side of me when I looked in the mirror.
The first thing I noticed was my expression. I looked like I had just won a gold medal at the olympics. But I looked confident, instead of relieved. I looked very content with my accomplishments.
All of a sudden, my expression changed into a dissapointed, miserable face. Just like I had lost my best friend. I saw a glistening tear streaming down my face, like a rain drop, but I did not feel it on my face. It was incredible, I saw the tear drops coming down like rain, but I did not feel them.
Then, in a blink of an eye, my expression changed again. It showed a part of me I’ve never seen before. My expression was me when I first learned to walk, then it looked like me when I first learned to ride a bike. All of a sudden, my expression reminded me of the day we moved into our new house, and out of our old house. Then my expression changed again and again. It was almost like I just saw my entire past, present, and future all in my reflection. But all of a sudden my reflection changed, and as I waited to see something new, nothing came. I decided that my journey was over, and even though I was sad to see it end, I was glad to go on with the rest of my day.
Unfortunately, I missed the school bus that day, and I also missed half of my first period class. But I learned something new that day. Something that you can’t learn in a class room. I learned that life isn’t always fair, but it can give you nice rewards. I also learned that when you see some of your past, present, and future in a mirror, it gives you a whole different perspective on life. I will never forget those images I saw in that mirror, and I will cherish those images forever.”