Sometimes i wish i could turn the hands of time.

No longer hour, and i minute, for now i run faster second.

From the tock, i feel like i am a tick. 

As i read the Times, i cannot fail to see how i as one alone, in hour with another became two. 

United two and not another two we eat not the forbidden three. 

The advice of a third, resultant in the birth of a third. We continue to provide and suffer pain. As was fortold. Punishment well deserved and accept. 

Self meditation and reflection necessary as we try to propritiate. Yet, confused with vanity. 

We judge not others, but convicted for being judgmental to ourselves. Imprisoned, all we have at this moment in time is a mirror. 

There seems to be magic in the mirror. We choose to see and compare  who we were, who we are and make necessary adjustments for who we will be before the eyes of others. 

Perception influenced by perception. Perception influencing perception. 

The mirror, a reflection; of the past, present and future. Yes, whenever or rather, whichever dimension point in time you wish to view it,  it still remains a 3D reflection of you, by you.

It reflects! You reflect! Not on your own but on the 3D world you left behind. The world was young. Its still your world. You still remain key.  Yet the warden holds the key! Cares not about what the future holds. He laughts and torments at every chance he gets. Happy that in serving your sentence he gains more power.

Nothing much you can do about your past. You serve your time, hoping that the tree you once planted grows. The tree will eventually grow and it might just offer the fruit and/or shade to someone. Some one may be the warden or his kin. It doesnt matter. 

Time remains as we know it. As we look into the mirror, the reflection is not on what could or should have been. It is to appreciate on what is. It remains debateable on if we can change what will be. 

Everything you know to be true; that is life; your life! Everything you believe to be true;that is life; their life! For you havent lived it yet. A story shared is nothing but a limitation of what you can experience. If you believe it to be so

.Your inaction through procastination is killing yourself. 

The experience is in the now. Not when and not then but in the present.Nothing to look forward to, nothing to reflect on, except that which you see in the mirror now. Yes,you are experiencing the moment now. 

In rumination, we see ourselves, our true selves we continue to improve and appreciate appreciation to and from others.  

We only have the mirror. It holds the answers. Different but all correct.

We see it, it as us.

Understand here, now, that we may be the mirrors for others as well. We may tell them, in a nice way ofcoarse, of whatever offensive habits they may have. 

The veracity of mirrors widely accepted yet worrying.  They have potential to reveal the truth yet speak only to the subject.

We see ourselves. We sometimes are the ones people approach for an answer.  So as we seek to correct the subjects by telling them of any negatives, we should maintain confidentiality and not tell another. Welschmerz being the concomitant of any entrusted information divulged to another. 

And yes! The mirror only sees and reflects the forward half of a person. What remains behind the peripheral is of no concern. Likewise, people always select what they tell to people about other people. 

We ask and wish to be he/she who is the fairest of them all, we might just be one day. 

 Careful what we accept. We engage gossip at times. We should avoid so. 

In banter, aspersions are sometimes cast. We have woken from our slumber. In cerebration, we now understand only too well which half of the apple we chose to bite.

We accept that this is our life now. Should we accept that this will be our death too?

It is said that when we are about to die, we are shown a chronology of how we lived life. 

It is then, that we will know we have lived.

It is then, that  they will know we have left.

And for them, left with nothing but a memory. 

So yes, death is in the mind. Death is recalling how you lived, how you should have lived. Quietus  begets egret and vice versa.

Life is as we know it. What was... is! What could......, wasnt! What will..., with will....,through His will..... will!

You stand guided. Dwell not! 

Look!! The mirror is not what you see. What we do see, is the reflection. Life is understanding how we choose to live it and not leave it.