Facing The Truth

As the train trundled along through the darkness this evening I gazed out on the passing scenery feintly illuminated by scattered urban light. As I looked I noticed a face looking in on me, like an apparition. My immediate, involuntary response was to smile at him and he smiled back with an air of confident knowing. It was like he knew something, something big.

This knowing, confident smile became a huge beaming one and filled me with a feeling of such great strength and utter joy it was somewhat overwhelming. I was grinning from ear to ear by this stage! No I was not hallucinating. The smiling face was my reflection.

I decided not to try and create too much of a meaning out of the experience and turn it into “something” to be forgotten. Instead I stayed with it and experienced the feeling for as long as it naturally sustained and, to a degree it is still with me now.

What I found amazing was the way I viewed my reflection. Not the way I too often do “Oh I’m looking a bit old and tired today”. No… The guy in the window was more handsome than I usually see him and although looking his age had a much more youthful aura about him than usual, wiser and with a look on his face indicating that his life is just the way he want it to be.

His look convinced me that I was being given a glimpse of my true self. The part of me that is real and already equipped with what I often wish I had. I have no desire to analyze it any further than that. I will just say that in that moment I saw the truth looking me in the eye.