Why a dry heart produces tears? Why dirty hands create beautiful works that inspire purity?
Once I realized I was a reflection, that took all the pressure off. The outcome and I divorced. The journey became the love of my life, the destinations alone the way - just friends.
Once I realized I was a reflection, I wasn't even curious about who the "real" person was at all. I figured it didn't matter. Religions chase that real person, philosophies question he's existence. I guess knowing who I am is enough.
I figure just as long I do me, this reflection will always have a smile on it's face.