Lost and Found

You wake up one day and look in the mirror. You are a visitor in your own face. Perceptions reflect reality and the rays of light radiate. You trip and fall losing all sense of sense blinded by the light. Really, what does make sense? I know I have 5, all of which register the pain and suffering of falling. Scrapes and bruises inside and out. That's what I see in the mirror. It is an all out war. Luckily I've come out fighting. In the darkest, deepest days you can have light if you remember to turn it on. Switch. No one said life was easy. No one said life was fair. In fact, as much as one may not say about life, there is much to be said. Contradiction. Change. Cheese. Now take one step forward, even if it means taking two steps back. Go back to before you thought you knew. What do you really know? Who do you really know?