I Stood staring at the strand of white Hair, entangled between my index and middle finger. My cornea tried to focus on it as the hair gently swayed, left to right – right to left.

Focusing on the white, zooming on that strand, blurring the Reflection in the mirror and the emotions across my face. My eyes met at the center until I could see the tip of my nose.

I stood still, I stared.
I held on to that wonky white hair.

Was it transparent?
Was it the color of the water?
Was it milky white?
Was it invisible to the eye?

It slipped.
My eyes and mind felt dizzy.

My brows curved.
My forehead curled
My eyes widened.
My stomach tightened.
My heart raced.
My skin froze.
Goosebumps arose.
The lip quivered.
A sigh slipped.
Then, I was tight lipped.

My feet were still, as I stood in front of the mirror.
The soul was jerked, then my body got back it’s color.

My reflection in the mirror was crystal clear.

Should I fear my days, and hold on to the strand?
Shall I forget this moment and continue my affairs?
Should I breathe slowly and start again?
Shall I give up on laughter and worry all day?
Should I witness my ageing and comfort myself?
Shall I pat myself and clap to wisdom instead?
Should I willingly love myself today, and continue self-love tomorrow?
Shall I stare at myself and allow that reflection to dig me hallow?
Should I hunt the other white hair and set them free?
Or embrace the change and be misery free?