Sometimes in the day to day life the search for a truth of who we are is like searching among the never-ending mirrors.
And each mirror only shows one side of the entire truth of who we are.
We get so caught up in these different images that we forgotten it was always us that had being shown on these mirrors.
Leaving Paradise
It is like a story of the child born in place where all his needs and wants are met.
Yet one day came someone out of the darkness who told the child about a place far away from this land that has a lot of interesting things.
Coming out of the land where all his needs are met the child found the place the man told him about.
And the place was filled many kinds of mirrors that showed different kinds of images of himself.
Because of how strange these images were, the child touched one of these mirrors and he quickly found himself in a long dream where he was born as a baby, grew old, became sick, and soon died.
While in the dream, the many things he had and the people he met along the way felt so real to him.
And so he wanted more of those things in that long dream when he woken up.
Touching another mirror close by he found himself again in a dream being born again but this time as a child in a different kind family.
In this dream his life wasn’t as happy as the first one because it was during a time of war where able-men are soon sent to fight for their country.
From a young age his brothers and his loving father left their home to fight and none of them came back when the war ended.
When he grew up and started his own family there was another war that took him away from his wife and children.
But it was a really hard fight, so he soon died from the cause of a surprise attack at night.
When he woken up from that dream he was really sad and went up to touch another mirror in hope that the new story would have a more better ending.
In this strange place filled with different kinds of mirrors and different kinds of dreams the child had already forgotten how long he had stayed here.
As he lived through the many stories the child became more and more confused.
Soon the dreams from the mirrors became more real to him and he forgot the fact that his many lives inside were only dreams.
Reality
One day in a dream where he was born with great riches the child saw as he was walking in the crowded streets a poor child that was the same age as him sleeping on the ground.
As he walked further he saw a sick person taking his breathing last breaths as he quietly rest himself on the dirt ground in the city street.
The child so caught by the pain the sick person is feeling that he could almost feel himself in that person’s shoes.
But what he felt wasn’t the pain of the person’s poor situation or how sick the dying person is.
What he felt was that the dying person’s heart was empty of love as though all his loved ones in this world had already forgotten him.
The dying man was breathing his lasts, yet it was as though in each breath he was trying to find something he could never find in this life.
As the child took steps forwards towards the dying man he could sense the fear that is living inside the man’s heart during his last moments.
Soon the sick person breathing stopped and died in a strange way right in front of the child’s eyes.
Leaving the world behind without anyone knowing his name or history.
A great wave of fear rushed through the doors of his heart, because he knows that he will also die one day just the same way and forgotten by the world no matter how rich or well-known like the lives he had in his many other dream.
The child realized that no matter what mirror he touched the dreams are always a repeating never-ending circle of life and death.
Suddenly he remembered the happy moments he had before in the land with everything he could every wanted and how he lived without fearing of death.
In that very moment when he accepted the truth of the House of Mirrors everything around him changed into a field of white and he woke from the dream.
Looking around the child realize he was back at the land with everything and that all the things before was only a strange dream itself.
