Tale of Two Faces

by practicalspactical

A story starts with a man looking in the mirror. Maybe he sees truly. Maybe he does not. Later, at the end, he looks again, and through the scars, through the wrinkles, through the strange new sad look that haunts the corner of his eyes, he looks again — and wondrously, miraculously, amazingly, it’s still him. Been there all along. And the story is like all stories about only one thing — what its like to be alive.