Mirror...

A short story.

I gazed into the polished mirror, ready to finally face the truth of what my existence in this world had crafted me into...

 

     It was a shock to contemplate the dull eyes that gazed right back at me, as if expecting me to comfort them; I  turned around to see who was behind me, but there was nobody. Yes, they were my eyes; after a life unaccomplished, I should have expected no more than these old, lifeless eyes that I saw.

     I regretted not having crafted anymore more to my life; I had not been around the world, like I had dreamed of in my youth. I had not fought dangerous lions and sharks and aliens; I was far from being a brave woman. And now my wrinkles and pain in the chest were showing me that my life was over.

 

     Over without a single accomplishment...

 

     I turned away from the mirror, not wanting to stare at the truth of what I had really become; a nobody. My life was ending; my heart was failing. I would never again accomplish anything in my life. I had wasted my chance at being somebody.

     That's when I saw the picture of the five children hanging on the wall, smiling as if it was the happiest day of their lives.

  

     That's when the thought struck me; I was not a nobody. I was grandmother of five beautiful children, mother of two sons. I had lived my life in a way that had made me happy for the past seventy-eight years. I had lived a life with my family, surrounded by love and laughter at mostly all occasions.

     I had not been a lion-tamer hero; I had not traveled around the world.

     But I had had loved ones to enrich my life.

 

     A smile came to my face as I turned to the mirror again; this time, the eyes that stared back at me did not seem so dull anymore.

    

     Then I collasped to the ground, my life over, my soul happy.

Reviews

[L'auteur]

I think that you hit the spot with somethings in this piece. How when were old we think of the things that we wanted to do and, maybe, perhaps, should of done; but all the while we forget what we did, we don't relieve that in order to be a nobody our lives' were lived in vain while our deaths mean nothing to anyone. Very well done.

[Ourebro.]

"Then i collapsed to the ground, my life over, my soul happy."
Bloody brilliant.