Broken Mirror

The broken mirror lay on the floor, its shards glinting in the sunlight. I stared at it, my heart pounding. I had broken it this morning, when I had lost my temper and thrown a vase at it. I knew that it was bad luck to break a mirror, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get rid of the reminder of my anger.

I swept up the broken glass and threw it away. Then I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I saw a face that I didn't recognize. My eyes were bloodshot and my skin was pale. I looked tired and haggard.

I turned away from the mirror and sighed. I knew that I needed to change my life. I had been living in anger and bitterness for too long. It was time to let go of the past and start fresh.

I took a deep breath and opened the door to my bedroom. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. I took a sip of my coffee and closed my eyes. I thought about all the things that I wanted to change in my life.

I wanted to be happier. I wanted to be more positive. I wanted to be more forgiving. I wanted to be more loving.

I knew that it wouldn't be easy. But I was determined to make a change. I was determined to break the cycle of anger and bitterness. I was determined to be a better person.

I finished my coffee and got up from the table. I went to the mirror and looked at myself. I saw the same face that I had seen earlier, but this time I saw something different. I saw hope.

I knew that it would take time, but I was confident that I could change. I was confident that I could break the mirror.

I smiled at myself in the mirror and said, "I'm going to be okay."

I turned away from the mirror and walked out of the kitchen. I was ready to start my new life.

The next few weeks were difficult. I had to learn how to deal with my anger and bitterness in a healthy way. I had to learn how to forgive myself and others. I had to learn how to be positive and hopeful.

It wasn't easy, but I kept at it. I knew that I was making progress. I was starting to feel happier and more positive. I was starting to feel like myself again.

One day, I was looking in the mirror when I saw something different. I saw the same face that I had always seen, but this time it was different. It was a face that was filled with hope and happiness. It was a face that was ready for a new beginning.

I smiled at myself in the mirror and said, "I did it."

I had broken the mirror. I had broken the cycle of anger and bitterness. I had started a new life.

I am still on my journey, but I am confident that I will continue to grow and change. I am confident that I will continue to be a better person.

I am no longer afraid of broken mirrors. I know that they are a symbol of hope and new beginnings.