Women love reflections… perhaps that is why we share a bittersweet relation with mirrors. We have been criticised by men as ‘Narcissists'(please note the irony!). Men say we are obsessed with our looks. Are we? Today something strange happened. I was on my treadmill, trying desperately to shed the few pounds I have gained as a result of my new found passion for cooking. I faced the mirror that ran across the entire gym wall. Phase 1; an uncomfortable feeling. How do I keeping looking at myself? Phase 2; I started ‘stealing’glances. Phase 3; big deal! just face! and then it happened … I looked and I looked. Amidst my ‘huffs’ and ‘puffs’, I continued looking… my sweat clad face… perspiration meandering into small rivulets… 20 odd minutes ticked past, the longest time I had looked at me in a mirror. I saw a me I had not noticed before. I saw no beauty, no narcissistic charm , but a woman looking back at me. I could see shades of an eager ‘to please parents’ daughter, ‘I will break every rule society demands for you’ lover, ‘nothing without you’ wife, ‘I will give my best’ employee, ‘I have no clue how to do this right’ mother, ‘ where am I?’ me… determined,passionate,inquirer …perhaps some one with some substance? Strangely, I thought I was anything but these, always secretly wished to possess these qualities, always admired these in others. Perhaps in my race to become such a one, seldom did I stop to see how years have changed me. I think life should be more about reflection. We live for 5 mins and we reflect for 7 mins on how we lived those 5 mins? what went right? what went wrong? what made it meaningful? what we savoured in those moments? what we would have loved to let go? then take a deep breath, thank those who made those moments worthwhile and gear up for the next 5 mins of life.
We are all in a rush, our time constraints choke our moments of reflection to non existence. It slowly wanes out of our lives. We are then scared to face this stranger because meeting him means examining a long stretch of our lives that has been chucked under our carpets for long. We don’t know where to start or at times even how to start. We make the same mistakes, we suffer the same pains, we long for the same loves, we anguish over the long tried yet to achieve goals, all because we have not stopped to reflect and examine if we have walked that ‘path’ yet. At some point my life has become the treadmill I am on now. Running at the same point for 30+years, sweating, experiencing the ‘huffs’ and ‘puffs’ but not moving an inch from where I had started! I do not know why happiness is so elusive? why reflecting feels insurmountable? perhaps we have complicated our lives too much? perhaps they are right, life’s beauty lies in its simplicity, but this simplicity is the most complicated thing. ‘Who am I?’, ‘why am I here? in their lives?’ simple words, but could take a lifetime to answer.
Society needs to change it’s take on Narcissism. We should all have a bit of him in us. We should look at our reflections, brood a bit over the wrinkles gained over our losses, fret over the sweat shed over our aspirations, yearn for the smiles that will come while savouring our milestones. For that is what life is all about, milestones… not destinations. Life is all about cumulative changes. You can experience them only when you allow yourself to be a Narcissus. Have the commitment to look into that mirror. Not just that, but have the courage to love your reflection. That adds magic to all that you see around. For the reflection doesn’t show you… they show your journey…beautiful and magical…