Today’s daily prompt: 1984; you are locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what is in the room with you.
I reach for the door, slowly turn the handle only to find that it won’t turn. Anxiously I try again twisting back and forth but it is locked. Quickly I turn to find another way out but find myself trapped in a room with my greatest fear.
Everywhere I look I see nothing but my reflection. A room filled with mirrors with no way to escape and forced to look at myself from every angle. To the left I see the slight bulge that used to be a waistline, to the right I see the lines etching themselves into my face, straight ahead is my anxiety over what I cannot control, and behind me is my self-doubt about who I am. In a futile attempt to escape the images I look up. As scary as my reflections may be what I am faced with now makes my heart stop. Above me is a clock. The sole reminder that time keeps moving forward and I can not stop it or slow it down. I drop my head and once again I am faced with my reflection.
Quickly I close my eyes and count to ten hoping that when I open them again it will all be gone. In the background I can hear that insistent ticking of the clock., tic-toc-tic-toc. Slowly I open my eyes, the mirrors are still there. I look to the right there it is that same bulge, but wait is it not the reminder of the three wonderful children I have. I glance to the right and take a closer look at the lines on my face are they not the etchings from a life of smiling and squinting to see things more clearly. Straight ahead, is that anxiety or excitement? Gathering all of my courage I know I still have to look behind me into the mirror of self-doubt. I turn and look, there it is just as clearly as before. The fear I have been feeling has left me and in its place is nothing but anger. How dare I doubt myself, if it was anyone else I would banish them from my life. I raise my fist and unleash the anger upon the reflection of my doubt. The mirror shatters and lays in pieces at my feet in it’s place an open door lays before me.
I suppose life is merely a matter of perspective and we only have a limited time to make of it what we want.