Regrets are reflections of all the "should have, could have, would have" that you wake up with every single day to see yourself staring back in the bathroom mirror. Life is composed of images, slideshows that rolled into a Kodak of memories. VHS of the good, the bad and the ugly. Our choices in life define us, really. We reap what we sow, and the seeds that we had thrown would later grow; whether to be our greatest glory or tragedy.
Life is a reflection of life itself. Man sees himself staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Man can only frowned or smiled. Because that's the crown and faces he had compiled. Man is either glad or sad. Depends on what he saw today in the bathroom mirror.
Man washes his face. Cold water embraces him with
"wake up. be strong. and whatever that is wrong, we will get along just fine. But on reflection, where does Man go from here Which corner, which turn to take Whose voice should Man hear
Man walks out of the bathroom. Everything is going to be alright. God knows bestMan thought. All of His lovers go through some kind of a test.
Man becomes the mirrorreflection of what he wants to be. A reflection of what he sees.
Jack Malik | 12 July 2015 / 25 Ramadhan 1436H | Ipoh
