what if i passed by a mirror
and didn’t turn to check on my appearance?
what if i didn’t get affected
when i noticed a difference in my body?
what if i felt uncomfortable,
and ignored it, carried on doing what i love?
what if i knew that my body
only carries my soul — it’s not really who i am?
what if i appreciated this miracle
regardless of how it looked,
loved it all the time,
and carried it with grace everywhere?
what if i knew,
what if i felt,
what if i embodied
the very soul that i am?
and lived the rest of my life
as a timeless, immortal soul —
not just a mortal body living in time?