The Mirror Never Lies

The bathroom mirror never hides the week’s secrets. Fingerprints, toothpaste, hurried mornings. But sometimes, wiping it clean feels like wiping my mind too.

Every week, I wipe it down the bathroom mirror, I see the traces of life staring back at me, it’s a small task, barely five minutes, but it feels strangely personal. the toothpaste fleck, the fingerprints, they’re all little confessions of a week gone by. A rushed morning where someone brushed teeth too fast. A curious child pressing her/his palms to see if her/his reflection would press back.Me, I learned too close on a day i don’t like what I see.

its all there proof of a week lived in this house.

The task is simple, spray, wipe, polish. but at the glass clears, something else clears too. My reflection sharpens. The clutter of the week, arguments, errands, small frustrations, seems to soften, just like the smudged disappearing under the cloth.

I realise that cleaning isn’t just keeping a house in order.Sometimes, it’s about keeping myself in order. Almost if the mirror was saying, See? its never as bad as you thought. You just needed a clearer view. The mirror reminds me:

. Messes don’t last forever.

. A little attention brings clarity.

. What looks overwhelming is often just a few simple wipe away.

And when I finish, I stand there for a moment, looking into that freshly polished glass. its still me, the same tired eyes, the same hopeful smile, but something feels lighter.

The mirror never lies. But sometimes, it tells me the truth I need to hear, things can be cleaned, and so can I.

And every time we clean, we get to begin again.