I had this collaboration with a very talented friend of mine who was supposed to meet me sometime but she didn't, must have been busy. If you're out there reading this someday jana or should i call you black rose princess, anyhow just wanted to put this up here incase if you ever read it if you ever came wandering here. It's not finished I never got the time to end it up so it's as it was last year.
When we look in the mirror, we are only interested in seeing the reflection produced by the clear smoothed glass. We refuse to acknowledge the other side, but that doesn’t mean that the other side of the mirror doesn’t exist. It exists, but we are not interested in what it may have to show, but just think: without that unpolished side, the polished side would be unable to produce our reflection, we wouldn't be able to see what we wish to see.
Similarly, every one of us holds the two sides of that mirror, the smooth polished side and the rough unpolished side, and when combined, these two sides form a reflection of life. Through the polished side we see a reflection of what we want to see in the people around us. A child wants to catch a glimpse of love and support from his or her father, but the father, himself, has another side which may be unpolished and may not meet the child’s expectations. Behind every stern look, every reprimand, every silent rejection, there is always a wave of love and care that most of us fail to recognize; it takes time and patience to chisel away the mask that everyone wears, that mask that they don so that they don’t seem weak or helpless in front of others. Most of us want to tear away at other’s mask, to see what lies hidden behind the smiles, to see what secrets each laugh holds, to try and uncover all that they have hidden. But have you ever stopped and asked yourself if what they are hiding is a darker side, something which you would never be able to get past? Will the image of that person, the sculpture that you spent forever carving with a blunt knife, continue to stand in your mind or will it shatter into a thousand pieces like the sculptures of the gandhara art? All families have a dark side hidden somewhere deep within, one which may drive you to the brink of insanity, but that doesn’t mean that you leave with the wind, abandoning them in the dark with no way to get out. No, you stick around and put up a fight; you show them, you show the world, that you are strong enough to forgive it all, to be there when someone close, someone you care about, needs your help. You never put yourself first because you know that after you leave, things will never be the same for those whom you proudly call your family.
Running away is always easy. It is never easy to stand your ground when every string of your flesh is screaming out to run. But if you run then that will prove that you cannot handle the other side of the picture. But ask yourself this: weren’t they there for you in your time of need. When you needed help to bury your secrets, when you needed to walk on from the past and look towards the future, who was always by your side? Who was the one always pushing you back up when you fell down? Your family. But we never do realize this and instead we run away whenever problems arise and yet we still have the decency to expect someone, usually the very people we betrayed, to be there for us when we are stuck in a deep rut even if we weren’t there for them. There’s a saying:“a friend in need's a friend indeed”. Now let me ask you this: have you ever proven yourself worthy of such a friend? It’s easy to point fingers at someone, but what if those fingers were pointed at you? Would you be able to lower them with hard facts alone?
Why run away when you know that you will leave an everlasting impression of being a coward? Why don’t you face the sorrows, the failures and the regrets with a smile? Even if it is a fake at least you can boast that you learned something from those events. Even when the moon doesn’t shine, there still are a few rays of light. And you can put a blanket over the moon to try and extinguish its light, but you’ll find that it was all for naught because you can never take away its light, you can never extinguish something that is meant to shine so brightly.When you’re at the top of the mountain, at the peak of success, sitting above everyone else on your throne of ivory and glass, everyone will agree with you, everyone will remember every minute they spent with you, everyone will acknowledge you. They dare not disagree with you, they dare not get on your bad side because to put it quite simply, they are afraid of you. You are higher above, you are the eagle soaring through the sky and you can easily soar down and pluck your prey from the ground. But everything made of glass is bound to shatter, everything at the top is bound to fall back down to earth. When kismet leaves you alone, when the tables are turned on you, everyone who once surrounded you will leave, will scatter with the wind. No longer do they spare you any acknowledgment, no hello, no good-bye, not even a glance your way. You’ll find yourself wandering the earth alone, surrounded only by darkness. But even in that darkness, one North Star will be there for you, and this North Star shall shine a path for you and shall help you get back on your feet. It will light your way up the mountain and help you get back on top. But once you reach the top again, you shall forget the North Star and instead shall surround yourself with the same kind of people who had once betrayed you.