Timmy wasn’t your average kid. No, Timmy’s obsession wasn’t with video games or the latest superhero action figures.
His Obsession was his big, shiny mirror. He loved that mirror more than anything. In fact, he loved it so much that he’d spend hours just staring at it, wondering how it reflected everything he did.🤔
One day, Timmy had an epiphany. “What if... I am the mirror?”
He said, with his voice a mix of excitement and confusion, like someone who just discovered they could do magic... by blinking.😂
He leaned in closer.
“I mean, I see everything in the mirror, but what if the mirror sees me too?
What if I’m the one in control? Like a wizard... but with untidy dress.”
In that moment, Timmy felt the urge to test his IDEA.
He stared at his reflection, squinted dramatically, and began to make the silliest faces possible. He stretched his mouth so wide that his lips could have swallowed a watermelon, and his eyes bulged out like startled cartoon characters.
But, guess what? The mirror didn’t go crazy. It didn’t go MAD. It just stared back.
Timmy felt defeated. “Well, this is awkward.”
he muttered. “I thought I was the mirror... but now I feel like I’m the one who’s being reflected... and I’m not even sure who I’m looking at anymore.”
Just as he was about to give up and ask Squawk, his talking parrot (who loved the drama of any situation), for advice, Squawk flew down with a flourish and perched on his shoulder.
Squawk cocked his head, looking at Timmy like he’d just solved the biggest riddle in the universe. “Timmy, listen,” Squawk said, flapping his wings like he was trying to start a fire with them.
“You’re not just the mirror or the reflection. You’re the whole circus! The ringmaster, the clown, and the audience too! You’re the dreamer AND also the dream!”
Timmy blinked. His head was spinning.
“Wait, so... I’m not just some kid staring at a shiny piece of glass? I can actually control... everything?”
he asked, his voice rising with excitement....
Squawk flapped his wings again, now looking very pleased with himself.
“Exactly, Timmy! But you need to remember that being a dreamer doesn’t mean you get to control everything... like when you ask for a pet dragon, you may not get it.
Life is more like... a mirror. It reflects back what you show it.”
Timmy's face lit up. "
So, if I show life kindness, it shows me kindness back?
If I show it silliness, it... shows me silliness?"
Squawk nodded sagely. "Precisely. But remember, not everything is perfect. You can’t control your reflection perfectly. Sometimes you get bedhead... sometimes you get spinach stuck in your teeth. Life’s a reflection, not a Photoshop filter!”
Timmy grinned, suddenly realizing something profound... “So... if I mess up, it’s okay, because the mirror's just reflecting me, warts and all too?” 😆
“Exactly!” Squawk chirped, as if they’d just cracked the code to the universe. “And hey, if you ever get stuck with a bad hair day... just blame the mirror. It is supposed to reflect what’s inside, right?”
Timmy couldn’t stop laughing. He wasn’t just the mirror, or just the reflection. He was everything in between. And that gave him the power to shape his life, to choose how he wanted to show up in the world.
“I am both the dreamer and the dream!” he said, spinning around dramatically. “And sometimes I’m also the guy who forgets to comb his hair, but that’s fine too!”
Moral of the Story 🌟
Life is like a big, shiny mirror. It reflects back what you show it
your kindness, your attitude, your energy.
So, if you want a world full of laughter, joy, and opportunities, start by reflecting those things yourself. And remember, it’s okay if life shows you a little messed up hairstyle... it’s just part of the reflection!
You are the dreamer, the dream, and, sometimes... the person who needs a bit of extra hair gel to curl your hair.
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