She was in a place where her clothes of light and reflections were all dropping off. She looked at the mirror from different angles hoping to catch a better view of herself, but the images felt like a conspiracy against her proven supremacy.
Gradually, the music stopped and she heard her own hoarse voice – raw and original like the first cry of a baby.
She made a valiant attempt at seeing and internalizing the beauty of mountains and trees around her, but the scenes were fading.
In that darkness, she paused and the clocks stopped ticking. It was then she got access to her authentic self, and she stopped being the frightened being changing masks to maintain continuity of illusions.
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Wow! Reena, a powerful story! xo
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Glad you found it so, Carol!
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“…the clocks stopped ticking…” That moment of clarity is precious.
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Thank you so much, Denise!
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Nice phrase: “a conspiracy against her proven supremacy”
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Thank you, Frank!
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There’s a different face in the mirror. That’s interesting, Reena!
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Thank you, Chris!
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excellent Six
Can the mask ever be removed?
(I suspect it comes down to (our) ‘face’. As long as there is something between ‘us’ and ‘the world’, there will always be another mask)
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Agree. Thank you, Clark!
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Interesting… I wonder what the new mask is.
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Depends on circumstances. Thanks, Bernadette!
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Thank you so much!
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What an intriguing story Reena.
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