In the bathroom mirror, I see this woman. Is that really me? Or is it just a cover-up; some kind of make-up Mother Nature has created for others to see. I stare into her eyes, attentively, am I somewhere in there? A train of thoughts are going through her mind: stories with subliminal messages, about what I should do; what I should say; who I should be. It’s confusing me! I want to be on top of things. I want to be in control, and I don’t want her to end up like some wannabe.
A Better me
Money. Fun. Travelling. Sex. Love. Happiness is on her mind. She thinks about an advertisement for a course, ‘Ten Steps to Success’, on Facebook. She wonders, is this course the path to a better me? Pressing her nose against the mirror, looking beyond the brown colour and black pupil of her eyes she sees a sparkle. It gives her wings to fly beyond what she can see. Her speech, thoughts, and actions are like footprints in the sand. No judgement, because I'm no God, and she is just a human being whose eyes show hopes and dreams waiting to manifest into the world, so she can really fly free.
A naked black woman with brown eyes and big hair is glazing at me. She is just some kind of make-up; an image I have created for others to see. Or does she exist to help me shine my light, is this how it’s meant to be? She wants more money, more fun, more travelling, good sex, more love, more happiness and more meaning in her life. She is clever at figuring out strategies of getting what she wants, always hungry, her desires are food for those sharks of false beliefs.
Now she’s reflecting, emptying her mind and I’m moving all her ‘I want more’ nonsense stories into the bin. For a few seconds, we connect and she feels light and completely happy and free. ‘I'm not my thoughts; I’m not my emotions; I'm not the colour of my skin; I'm not the stories in my head. I'm not who I think I am’, I hear her say out loud repeatedly like a mantra. Who am I? I’m the sparkle that shows you who she is and who she can be.
A sparkling human being with high hopes looked into the mirror of truth. And therefore she is aware of a hidden treasure inside her, you, relatives, friends, colleagues, that beautiful stranger passing by in the street and even her worst enemy.