I accidentally broke my mirror today. Usually, I don't delve into symbolism, but there's something about shattered glass that brings out the melancholic, contemplative side of me. As I was sweeping up tiny shards of splattered glass, I almost wished I could stick it all back together and have my mirror back. I'm not gonna draw a direct correlation to life - but there are similarities.
1) Once a mirror (or any kind of glass) is broken, you can't fix it - you just throw it out. That's akin to our dreams - the ones that are shattered. Rather than trying to fix broken dreams, it's better to just start afresh.
