Mirror

When i was a Brownie, we had a ritual... we had to put on a bandana spin around in a circle and say small saying. It ended with "looking back at me." The blindfold was wiskec away and infront of us was a mirror my face looking back at me. To prove everything I ever need is inside me always. Thats where happiness is found. NO that damn person in the mirror hasnt stole it.... reach out your hands and grasp it... whatever is locked with them is locked in you... the great part about happiness is the more you give to the mirror self and anyone else the mire happiness you will feel on the inside.