Today I broke my last mirror. It came as a pair, which I got for P500 at a mall nearby.
I had placed it at the top of my wooden cabinet to be some sort of assistance while I attempted to bleach my roots and dye my hair evenly. It ended up looking like patchwork, a horrible mess, really. I should've stayed blonde.
I dislike having mirrors all over the place. I personally don't find it a necessity to have to see my reflection every second or minute of the day. As a matter of fact, I abhor seeing myself to a point where I'd wish to just be a floating entity, one lacking physical form.
My biggest mistake was leaving the mirror on top of the cabinet, along with my leftover dye mixture, even after this botched hair dye job. As a result, and deservedly so if I may add, earlier today, just as I was on my way out to forage for food—particularly, sisig—I clumsily knocked both the cup of dye mix and mirror off my drawer, resulting to a sticky and glittery mess, courtesy of both the mirror and my hair dye.
A few moments after, when I got up to clean up after the mess, I thought that maybe there could still be something salvageable out of the fragments. While I am not the most creative, I am an adult. I am twenty-three years old. I know enough to get by. But it's true what they say, that while broken mirrors still do something to show one's reflection, it really would not be the same.
I've wiped the dye mixture off some of the glass and taken a long, hard look at my form on this shattered looking glass, but even then my face doesn't make sense. You'd think I could at least make something fitting for my personal aesthetic out of this mess, but no.
And this is all that my five-hundred-peso bill has come down to.
The elders have always spoken against shattered glasses and broken mirrors, about how one must be careful in treading around them, about how they aren't good for anything more.
I could wipe clean each of the pieces, try to make them almost good as new, but a broken mirror is a broken mirror. Even a small crack is still damage.
Maybe the elders were right. Maybe there isn't anything more to make of a broken mirror and all other broken things.