Reading harold_maude's journal

The mirror cracked. You could hear the sound from across the room. Feel it shaking your soul. The the whole world stopped. For a split second.
You barely breathed. The it happened, the mirror fell off the wall and shattered. The beautiful mirror. The way things are. The comfort zones we find ourselves in, where we feel like everything is perfect.

Life it seems, is not content to let us just go through. Things happen, our world falls apart. Everything seems to be nothing but wreckage. But like the first spring flowers that push up through the snow to tell us that the sleep is almost done, life has a way of showing us that though the glass we loved is now in peices and seems worthless, it's not. There is more light surfaces to catch the sun, more patients, more tenderness, more humanity in our soul. That's the upside to the things that come into our lives that change everything.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.