My Reflection

Many people look to the mirror for their own reflection. They see in the glass amongst the glares and beams of light their potential and their strengths. Many men see their character through their deeds and their actions, noting the virtues they so aptly portray through their accomplishments. Many men are able to look to the past and the present to determine and predict their own destiny, using a divinely given mind to decipher the events of their existence and decrypt the mysteries of the future.

I, however, am not such a man.

I am a man of a unique variety. I look to the great heroes of fable and lore and catch a glimmer of their creator, using some innate empathy to scry from the actions of heroes their creator's heart. I see myself by looking to the creator of the hero's heart. I see his eyes, and catch a glimpse of his face through the glimmer of the righteous' blade as it hacks down injustice. Through his face, I am able to see my own. Through the inspiration of the divine, I am able to interpret my talents, my accomplishments, and sense my own destiny. Through my writings, I am able to provide others with similar souls the same rite. Through my musings, I will inspire the masses. Through my constant questioning of the perceived greatness of the status quo, I will shape and change the peoples of nations. My destiny is among that of the greats, for I am the man behind the hero. I am the man who maps the footsteps of the changers. I am a man who unchains the bound from their servitude to mediocrity, and I ignite the flames within the broken.

In the mirror, a shell to be shed is visible. But it is within the reflection of my masterpieces that my true self is known.