Mirrors. They are everywhere. All shapes and sizes. Reflecting different lights; colourful, dull and bright.
There is a girl, she’s chasing the stunning beams of light, trying to catch them because their beauty is irresistible. And with every one she reaches out to, at the point her hands are about to capture it, she is distracted by another.
Wanting all, she captured none.
So she cries. Teary, sitting alone and tired she watches the beautiful objects. Still there waiting for her embrace.
But she no longer reaches out. She has given up.
Her father comforts her, and in her disappointment she tells him, “Daddy, I didn’t catch a single one.”
He replies, “It was worth a try my sweetie.” She looks up to her father and the setting sun.
“Father, will I ever be able to take them all home?” She asks, hopeful.
“Of course. They are like mirrors my darling … and the lights you see are reflections of your own.”