# 258: Mirrors
Story behind the Passage
It is very easy to explain again how this topic and the poem made it to my blog today. In the past days, I heard the term “mirror” at least five times from three different people in many different contexts. The thing is, I am getting sick of this. I know that my books are mirrors but that is making things incredibly complicated when it comes to sales. People do not get it that books can be tools. Or I do not believe in the fact that they get it which might be why I am not selling the books properly. And I know that the people I talk to are great in identifying this function of the books and of my work. Still, too many mirror statements in just a few days are a bit too much (one of them was about a private matter as well).
Thus, I knew that was the only topic I could write about today — the only one that I had to give expression to in the form of a poem. With respect to the passage above, I wanted to start with a poem as well. Then I found Sylvia Plath’s. I have other poems by her on my whiteboard in the living room. Most of them are quite tragic and beautiful, just like her life. But this one I did not know. Hence, I want to share it here. As with any poem, especially the ones of Plath, there is nothing to add to her words. I can just share my words about mirrors because this is all I can do today. A blog is a mirror of life as well, I guess.
My Learnings
They are your reflection,
They ask you questions,
They disappoint you,
They show you a direction.
Some of them are dark,
Others have stains,
Some are broken,
Many are dirty.
When you see one,
You look at it.
There is no resistance,
For most people.
What you see,
Is what you get.
Which is bullshit,
Because seeing is believing.
People are mirrors,
Situations are mirrors,
Strangers are mirrors,
The past is a mirror.
You think and you talk,
The mirror responds,
You listen and feel,
Without much progress.
Mirrors have value,
They help you adjust,
Your clothes and your make-up,
Your skin and your tears.
On some days I wish,
There were no mirrors,
No reflection,
No thinking.
It could be easy,
Just think of the desert,
No mirrors and voices,
Just peace and warmth.
Go mirror yourself,
You will find out.
It is all there already,
Just dare to see.
Reflection Questions
1) How many mirrors do you have at home?
2) What does the mirror symbolize for you?
3) If you could function as a mirror for someone who is looking for feedback — who would that be?