The mirror

As I look into the mirror, I see someone that I do not know. Who is that guy looking back at me? A shell? A body created by our Higher Power? I do not know who he is.
The mirror… the gateway to our soul. Who is he?
Right now, I’m laying in bed. Writing this entry when I should be sleeping. I have to be up at 4:00 a.m. Why so early? It’s like the my Guardian Angel sending me a sign to go for an early run. I love running; however, my heart is keeping me from my passion. Why do I allow my heart to forecast my days? A question that I will never know. Do I want to know? Do I really want to know? Why is my mind protecting my from my feelings? Why? Why so many questions? Why not just live a life of gratitude as well as a life of peace? What is peace? My interpretation of peace is when I once smiled. A true smile that is. I love to smile, however, my smile is… I don’t know. I do not know how to answer -anymore.
Today, was just an ordinary day. What is an ordinary day? Everyone has one’s interpretation of what an ordinary day is. My interpretation, however, is one that is a secret. A story of life, love, betrayal of one’s mind, or a story of that -that is, where only others may decipher in my words. A code -rather, an interpretation if read wholeheartedly.
Right at this very instance, I hear the seagulls chatting up a storm, I’m drinking a glass of Chardonnay, and hearing life -living in a city that I hate to be in. This is not home. I’ve learned to tune out sounds as well as my surroundings. Why? It’s my heart challenging my mind. Although, I’m on the side of my heart, because it’s my heart that brought me to this very instant of my life. This page, rather, this unwritten chapter of a book that will define my life -a battle. The battle to finding the comfort of my heart.
To my readers, just love. Live a life with no regrets. Smile at the world and continue to inspire everyone. Yes, you may feel the need to be secured in one’s mind; however, just release you heart, smile, and inspire. You may be asking yourself, “who should I be inspiring?” Inspire yourself before others.
That mirror, the mirror with that man looking back at me. Who is he? Why is he looking sad? Is it just the way he looks? Or is it just the way he portrays himself to the world? What ever the answer is, I feel his heart. It’s a good heart.