And then there was a man, staring back at me. And he went on to say, "do you remember me, have you any clue of who I am? More importantly, how could you forget who I am"? These were question I could not find a single answer too! Then he went on to say, "for I am the man you use to be, and I am the man you seek to become once again, I am you"! As I looked upon my own face I then began to remember that man; but at that very moment, the mirror shattered as I was awoken by a terrible feeling of emptiness inside.
As time passed I struggled to understand the message of what I had seen, but no matter what I just couldn't comprehend it. But then; as I was laying down one night, slowly drifting off into a peaceful slumber; he came to me again. This time he looked into my eyes and said; "remember the last time we spoke? I told you that I am you, but the you that you once were"! I stared back into his eyes with a look of curiosity. Then he asked; "have you yet to remember me, or have you become too accustom to remembering the world and the wicked things it possesses"? I lowered my head with guilt and shame. Though I had not said a word my silence said everything; and while thinking of what I could possibly say, I was still trying to make out his face. For the mirror was still shattered from the last time that we had spoken, therefore I could only see pieces of him. Then he said; "lift your head so that you may better see me, do you see what I see"? I answered quickly this time: "No"! He went on to say; "if you look closely and hard enough you will see a broken mirror and pieces of it all around you. For this mirror resembles you for what you are and what you have become"! I looked down at the shattered mirror, a bit confused at first, that is until he said, "in order for you to ever truly remember who I am; you must first take every little piece of this mirror and put it back together. Only then will you be able to see who I truly am"! It seemed quite odd to me but I thought to myself why not, what else do I have to lose. I began trying to put the mirror back together. The first piece I picked up was no bigger than a grain of sand. I placed it into the shattered mirror where I saw fit. As I proceeded to do this, more pieces were falling, and with every piece I placed another piece fell. But I knew that if I ever wanted to see who that man in the shattered mirror really was; I would have to complete the task. So I continued to do so although I hated it and just wanted to quit! Then: Before the man went away he said; "do not let your hatred for this shattered mirror stop you from putting it back together, because when it is done, I assure you that it will be as if it was never broken; and you will come to love the reflection it will portray!
