A mirror is witness to time. It reflects who we were, who we are, and quietly shows that time is always moving. It does not judge the journey; it simply reveals it.
What lies in between the reflections is not just the person looking, it is the awareness that says:
The reflection can only show what is, not the why.
A reflection, is only the present,
an isolated point in time. A mere fraction of the journey.
The distinction is important:
I own my story.