Reflections from the Mirror

A Conversation with My Future Self

The mirror does not lie. It does not distort. It only reflects back what is—what always was, what I have carried, and what I am finally ready to release.

The woman before me—seventy, radiant, unwavering—meets my gaze with a knowing look. She sees through me, past the noise, past the weight of old wounds still lingering in the spaces I thought I had cleared.

“Tell me,” she says gently, “are you still waiting to heal?”

I open my mouth, then close it. The truth tastes bitter.

She nods, as if she expected this. “Healing doesn’t happen in the future,” she reminds me. “Not in some distant ‘one day’ when everything aligns. Not in the ‘what-ifs’ where the past replays like an unbroken loop.”

I swallow hard.

She presses a hand to her heart. “Healing happens now. In this breath. In this choice. Right here, where your feet are.”

Her voice softens. “Don’t let too much of your yesterday take up today.”

The words settle deep, dissolving the illusion that healing is something I must chase—that it is waiting in some future version of myself.

The woman before me—the one who has walked these years with grace—knows better.

“Your past was never meant to be a prison,” she says. “You are not what happened to you. You are what you choose to become because of it.”

A breath. A clearing. A space opening where something heavy once lived.

She smiles now, and it feels like sunlight breaking through. “So, what will you do with today?”

I exhale.

And then, with quiet certainty, I answer.

“I will love.”

Not just the easy kind, but the deep, heart-centred love that listens without rushing to fix. The kind that meets people where they are and holds space for their truth. The kind I will offer myself, even on the days I stumble.

“I will forgive.”

Not because they always deserve it, but because I do. Because holding onto pain only ever lowers my own vibration. And I choose freedom.

“I will believe.”

Not in fear. Not in the stories that tell me I am small. But in the limitless energy that created me. In the power of choice. In the truth that I am still becoming.

She nods, satisfied.

And as she fades from the mirror, I realise—she was never separate from me at all.

She was here, all along.