Diary of a Son The return of the King.

Dear Diary; mirrors

#mirrors.

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?

What do you see when you look in the mirror? A perfect beauty or too many flaws? Do not be deceived, those reflective surfaces were not created to show you your perfect beauty, but to remind you of your one, too many flaws, for they are but mirror images of the mirrors of our souls. So each time you look at these mirrors, you see the beauty but it is overshadowed by the prevalent flaws, and then you start to have doubts, until you can no longer see your beauty without looking through deceptive mirrors.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? you my queen are the fairest of them all.” And so it was, until she no longer believed it, but needed the magic mirror's certification to be reminded of her beauty. The mirror taking advantage of her doubt showed her what she feared, another maiden fairer than her, and she beheld the beauty of this one, who didn't need a mirror, to see her perfect beauty, for her fear had caused the False Evidences to Appear Real, and she only saw a beauty marred by flaws of fear and doubt.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?

Beauty they say is in the eyes of the beholder, this proves true as no one really knows the picture of perfect beauty unless seen through the eyes of the one that searches for that beauty, or through the eyes of the mind that conceived that beauty, for it alone knows the beauty that it searches for and has conceived. #part2

Some eyes see perfect beauty in terrible ugly messes, but in some eyes even perfect beauty is as an ugly mess.

Now look into the mirror, what do you see? do not look through the eyes of the mirror, but look through the eyes of your beauty in perfection which doesn't come from the outside, but was born from the inside, and spreads outwards like the fragrance

of myrrh blended with the cool breeze. Look through the mirror of your soul, and it will show your mirror your perfect beauty, in which your flaws are your distinguishing features. Even in a broken mirror, you are beautiful, and you must never forget.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? The one whose heart is pure, and on whose lips no falsehood is found.

“With everything happening today You dont know whether you're coming or going, but you think that you're on your way, life lined up on the mirror dont blow it. Look at me when Im talkin to you You looking at me but I'm lookin through you I see the blood in your eyes I see the love in disguise I see the pain hidden in your pride I see you're not satisfied And I dont see nobody else I see myself I'm looking at the Mirror on the wall, here we are again Through my rise and fall You've been my only friend You told me that they cant understand the man I am So why are we here talkin' to each other again...”