
The Girl in the Mirror – Wisdom
Struck by the sunset at Galata and still under its spell, I entered my room. The fiery hues of the fading sky lingered in my mind, like echoes of a story unfinished. As the door clicked shut behind me, I found myself standing before the mirror, drawn into the reflection of a girl I hardly recognized.
“Do you think you’ve changed?” I asked her. She tilted her head, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Haven’t you?”
“Maybe. But I wonder… was it worth it? Losing who we were to become this?” Her eyes softened, a flicker of understanding passing through them. “Life demands a price. Innocence is always the first to go.”
I leaned closer. “And wisdom? Is that supposed to comfort us? Make it all worth it?” She sighed, almost wistful. “Wisdom isn’t comfort. It’s just clarity—seeing the pieces you’ve lost and understanding why they’re gone.”
I searched her face for answers I already knew. “But we’ll never get them back, will we?” Her gaze held mine. “No. And that’s the irony.”