It is seen in the mirror, and sometimes above the clear water. But always seen through the other.
The Harbor; Sept 25, 2016 - Istanbul
Writing reflections...
Seeing yourself through the other, another kind of reflection.
The other becoming a mirror for your soul.
The other becoming the mirror for your soul.
Don't we all love great paintings, they always touch upon something within us. A feeling appears, a soft feeling, it can be sublime as well. And then we begin to dwell on our lives.
A painting reminding us a memory.
A reflection.
I see myself in the mirror, someone I barely recognize these days. I am trying to approach myself in a neutral way. My reactions, my thoughts, they are completely new, and I am amazed by how I handle the situations I am in, or how I don't handle them.
Oh, yes. The reflection.
My reflection in the mirror.
The reflection of clouds and the mountain on a pond.
The moonlight, shining above the water. As if thousand stars appearing, and disappearing at the same time.
Or the morning sun.
The calmness they bring.
Or the chaos, the thunder...
What about the reflections I write. I have written a lot. And sometimes I went back on those, and re-wrote them. With a new mindset. And each time I have found out something new.
I spent time with screenwriters last week and saw someone whom I hadn't seen more than ten to fifteen years, they talked about adaptations, their writing process, and life in general along with astrology. As I was listening them reflecting upon their lives, I had an a-ha moment. I realized if my life is a movie and if I am the director, actor and the screenwriter of that movie, I can also change and rewrite my script. Then I glanced through my old reflections, and decided to change my narration. Just because I saw a familiar pattern that I hold on to, and at that moment I decided to let go.
And now I am really trying to let go.
This is the first time I am writing a reflection, after my decision. And it is hard, because the pattern that I had wants to come out and take the wheel. And here I am struggling not to give in to that temptation. Because this is neither the style nor the narration of my reflections in general.
Sometimes, not recognizing yourself would be the best thing that could happen to you. Because at that moment, there are endless possibilities to become, or not to become. So in this moment, I could become anything that I want. And to do that I just need to follow the reflections. The images appearing through those reflections.
Stories one after the other...
The stories we tell others
The stories we tell to ourselves
The stories we tell to our parents, children, friends...or even colleagues
They all differ.
Because we all know the real story that we are in.
And sometimes we do want to change the story, and that is also okay to do so.
In the end didn't all the great writers had pages of pages of drafts...
Right now, I am asking to myself "Don't you have enough drafts? Take them out, and re-write them. Look at the things that happened to you from a different perspective. Look at things that you have done from a different perspective."
And also, I am telling to myself... For so long. If you want to change your story, you have to change your narration.
And now I am beginning to understand what I've been telling to myself.
And the question remains, are you ready to change your narration...
M.
P.S. All images are mine, unless otherwise stated.
