Mirror Less

At times I look in the mirror and wonder about how much I've changed over the course of time and there are pictures such as this which remind me that change is good but not always needed in order to progress.

I so often talk about letting go and exploring the "unknown", whatever that might be (see what I did here) and then there are times when I find myself resigned to the fact, that I need to hold onto the known.

Time is moving so quickly and I find myself between the street and the alley; things are set to be little bit different. The idea of aging also brings on the realization that maturity is around the corner, the problem is I'm unsure as to which corner I'll find find maturity laying before me, asking me for a hand of friendship.

Here I stand, mirror less, no reflection, no knowledge of appearance...

"Every whisper
 
 Of every waking hour
 
 I'm choosing my confessions
 
 Trying to keep an eye on you
 
 Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
 
 Oh no, I've said too much
 
 I set it up

Consider this
 
 The hint of the century
 
 Consider this
 
 The slip that brought me
 
 To my knees failed
 
 What if all these fantasies
 
 Come flailing around
 
 Now I've said too much

That's me in the corner
 
 That's me in the spotlight
 
 Losing my religion
 
 Trying to keep up with you
 
 And I don't know if I can do it"

Losing My Religion - R.E.M.