The Mirror

I woke up this morning with an uneasy feeling. Right after I opened my eyes, I prayed to God, that everything may be alright. My heartbeat, my breathing, seems like I’m drowning in a thick greys of fog. Am I excited? No, there’s no reason for me to feel so spurred. It’s just an ordinary day—an ordinary morning, ordinary laziness, ordinary me.

            Also, the same questions run on my head today, like a Ferris wheel whirling on me every morning. What am I going to do today? Do I need to go to school? Yes. I have no class in my first subject for my professor has an appointment, but I have some after that. Besides, I need to see her, my love, one of the reasons for me to be fired up every day. Yes. It’s just an ordinary sunrise. But this extraordinary feeling drove me out of my pillows. I need to see her. Same morning, but many messages greeted me on my phone. What’s so special? I walk downstairs with the same melancholic aura returning on me.

            I’ve been living on this house for several years; actually, today’s the 17^th. But I’ve never seen a huge hole on our walls before, not until now. It seems that on the other side of the hole lies another house in there. The hole serves as a portal connecting our two houses like a secret passage. It is weird, but the look on that other house gives my spines shivering for real. It looks like exactly like ours! I’ve also noticed that a man is looking the same way towards me. We knew we found each other so we walked nearer. It is odd, but he seems familiar. I looked even closer at him—he is about the same height as mine, a 5-foot-5-inch man who has sincere eyes full of emotions, a brown skin tone, a normal body built, and an inclement presence. I wonder why he has that aura, for his eyes shows full of colors and enthusiasm. Maybe, he is a type of person who hides his real self within. I knew it for the eyes is the window of our soul.

            I really like talking about someone’s life and background. That guy showed me his story while we are facing each other. I learned that he is the eldest of his three siblings. He got his name from the combined names of his parents. He grew up with love and joy with all the people around him. He is the same age as mine and is raised by a poor but loving family. He lives as an informal settler by the time he was born. There, he learned lessons of life not being taught in school or academic preaching. He learned to make use of his life for the welfare of many people. His childhood is his favourite part of his life where he was careless and free to do many things. It is also the age where he experience getting dirty and learned the benefit of getting dirty is to be clean again. He has faced many trials in his growing stage but he knew there will be more of it since he is closer to the adult level. On his journey, he became an outstanding student during grade school, earning honors and recognitions. When he stepped on high school, he tasted falls and restored to conquer again. Now, he is in college and trains to be a future nation-servant.  He stood by the strength and guidance of the Lord. He acknowledged all of his experiences especially the people of his life: his family, friends, classmates, enemies, teachers, and mentors. He found his love and made her his main inspiration to pursue harder for their future. He is nothing, but played to get his everything.

            That’s just the glimpse that I learned from him. He is not sad, in fact, he smiled when I smiled. He is full of fire in his heart. He is now ready to get out of the fog and reach for the clouds above him. He is, just exactly, what lies within me. I looked at me. Then, I returned my glance on him. There I saw a warm smile that faces the world. There, I saw, not a huge hole, but a big mirror in front of me. The mirror of who I am. And who am I going to be.