Reflections

I sometimes take a look in the mirror and don't like what I see. A old woman who hasn't accomplished her goals of saving the world and being recklessly free.
Other times I take a look in the glass and see a whisper of a young girl. She runs, she laughs, her hands flail in the air and the world won't stop for her.

Last night I kissed with my eyes open and saw in the mirrors of his soul, a beautiful young woman with possibilities of love and happiness and hope.
I used to think that reaching your goal was the most important thing. I realize now that enjoying the journey is what keeps things interesting.

To wander from the path your on, whether near or far. To look up a the sky as your walking, rather than with your head down.
To fall when you least expect it - and to laugh at yourself when you do. To greet new people in your life - let them go - or bring them along with you.