"Hey.. you're looking rather sad," my reflection said to me.
"That's because I am," I replied, "You look quite sad as well."
"That's because you are," my reflection answered.
"Oh.. I'm sorry about that."
"No need. I don't mind it one bit."
"You don't?" I stared with some astonishment into an equally astonished face.
"No," her voice half a pitch higher than before, brows raised ever so slightly.
"Well, why don't you mind being sad?"
"Because it will pass."
I shook my head, noticing a frown appearing on her brow. "But it hasn't. I've been feeling sadness for the longest of times now."
"It will pass," she reiterated, with a quiet, secure calm eminating from her blueish grey eyes.
"But it won't," I persisted.
"Have you allowed it to?"
Silence descended gently in the room, allowing space for thought.
"I'm not sure," was my conclusion, "I've tried to let it stay for as long as it needed, but I'm finding myself growing weary of its presence and wishing for better company. Such as happiness or perhaps even joy."
"Well then you're in luck! Happiness and joy never stray too far you see. They'll be here before you know it. And we will know they've arrived for you would smile at me and I would smile at you."
Something tugged at the corner of my lips. It was indeed happiness. I knew, because happiness was often accompanied by gratitude.
"There it is now!" my reflection exclaimed, the smile also having reached her.
"Thank you. You're a good friend."
"That's because you are," my reflection replied.
"You believe I'm a good friend?"
"I certainly do. In fact I know it, for I can never be anything you're not. I can only reflect what's already there. Which is why I never worry about sadness. I've had to reflect a great deal of emotions throughout the years. None of them last. They come and they also go again."
"Even happiness." Our smile gradually evaporated.
"Do you find yourself wishing for the sun when the moon rises?"
"No.."
"Do you find yourself wishing for the moon when the sun rises?"
"No.."
"You appreciate them both for what they are. Each having their own unique purpose. If the moon never appeared, you'd long for some darkness to rest in, would you not?"
We both nodded in agreement.
"Yes, I think I would."
"Sadness may not feel as wonderful as happiness does, but it has its own unique purpose."
A funny little sceptical look stared back at me. "Oh really?"
"Yes, really," my reflection assured me. "It allows you to slow down enough to process your thoughts. Recuperate from devastation. It repairs the damage so that a new foundation may be put in its place. Upon which you begin building again."
"Hm.. I never thought about it like that before. Do you.. think, that maybe.. I'm strong enough to rebuild?"
"I'm certain of it. You can do anything. Remember?" my reflection said with a proud glint in her eye.
"You seem awfully positive about that."
"That's because-"
"I am."
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