Waxing Philosophical

Memories are like a mirror that is slowly revealed to us as we grow. The more we live, the more of the mirror we have to look back on. It reflects who we are, who we were, and where we’ve been. The only thing it fails to reveal is who we will become.
This mirror can be obscured as well. Substance that blurs memory scratches the mirror, making things unclear. Forgetfulness fogs the image. Trauma can shatter that which we can currently see.
Only at the end, can we see the whole picture and decide whether or not we will smile at the image we have created. The flaws and the clear crystal, we shape who we are in the end. Will you be proud of what you see?

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