Mirror of Erised and Through the Looking Glass
Sometimes I wonder what exactly is my greatest wish, my greatest desire. If I were to stand in front of the Mirror of Erised at this moment, what would I see? Would I see myself rocking a successful career? Would I see myself surrounded by riches beyond imagination? Would I see myself holding a pair of woolen socks? No. I think, I think I know for sure, what I would have seen. Someone holding my younger self in their arms and telling her, "It is fine to cry out loud. It will all be alright," and mean every single words. Perhaps then, when my younger self grew up, she would know how to seek help when needed and trust that it is indeed genuine when offered some. Perhaps then, I would not have to notice that the heart-wrenching sobs was coming from myself, instead of from the little girl whom I see through the looking glass, building up walls around her heart with every silent tears she shed.