an average man
Looking in the mirror I see a man look back. I know very little about where he has been or where he will end up. I only wish to be a part of the journey he is on. I see the face looking back at me, staring deep into my eyes and deep into my soul. I felt his sadness as he did mine. A tear crept down my cheeks as it did his. In that we are the same; filled with deep rooted sadness about our inadequacies, weighted down by our rudimentary understanding of this universe. The man in the mirror looks away in disappointment. I could not bare his sight too. I know he is as disappointed in me as I in him and he in himself. For what made me an average man, if not the man in the mirror.